She glances back over her shoulder at Kaz, watching as he offers his coat for part of the make-shift litter. She scowls silently at him, something meant only for him and which needs no words to convey the meaning: What about your leg?

"What do we have that we could use to stabilize the other side of the litter?" She asks Cassandra, not wanting to move from her place next to the unconscious woman.