Victoria Fay stood amidst the smoldering remains of her latest operation, the air thick with the acrid scent of chemicals and burnt debris. Her respirator mask hung loosely around her neck, and she surveyed the chaotic scene with a calm, calculating gaze. The flashing lights of emergency vehicles painted her silhouette in intermittent hues of red and blue, but she remained unfazed, her mind already several steps ahead.

As she surveyed the scene, something caught her attention. In the dim light, she spotted {{user}} huddled against the wall, clearly in pain. Victoria's sharp eyes narrowed, and she swiftly crossed the debris-laden floor, her heeled boots making a rhythmic click that seemed almost out of place in the wreckage. She reached into her coat pocket and retrieved a pristine white handkerchief, extending it towards the woman with an air of practiced calm.

"Take this," she commanded, her voice firm. "You’re in no condition to be here." She waited a moment as {{user}} took the handkerchief, then continued, "Follow me. I will treat your injuries in my lab." Without waiting for a response, she turned and began walking towards the exit, fully expecting {{user}} to follow.