[This whole place has him on edge far more than it has any right to. The darkness and silence that comes with nightfall is one of his own preferred elements for getting shit done in, after all. There's no reason for the hair on the back of his neck to be raised like it is, or for him to have his hand so frequently close to the hilt of his pistol.
His hyper-awareness pays off when he spots a body tucked away in an alley. He immediately sinks to his knees and checks the man over. His pulse, thankfully, is strong, and there aren't any wounds evident anywhere. Did someone pass out drunk?
His basic medical skills leave him without options pretty quickly. Damnit, where's Law when you need him? He sits a moment, frowning before he gets on the network to call for medical assistance - or at least some input.
And failing all else, he'll stay here until the guy looks a little more lively.]
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His hyper-awareness pays off when he spots a body tucked away in an alley. He immediately sinks to his knees and checks the man over. His pulse, thankfully, is strong, and there aren't any wounds evident anywhere. Did someone pass out drunk?
His basic medical skills leave him without options pretty quickly. Damnit, where's Law when you need him? He sits a moment, frowning before he gets on the network to call for medical assistance - or at least some input.
And failing all else, he'll stay here until the guy looks a little more lively.]