GM:
Luke sees a young woman stumbling towards him. She appears to be in her early thirties, with striking waves of red-golden hair and pale green eyes. She was wearing a forest green cloak, over a brown wool bodice and green plaited skirt. The styling of her clothes is clearly antiquated, to Luke's eyes, and as she comes closer, he can see dark stains from mud and...blood!
Coming close to Luke, her eyes light up, as if he is somehow familiar to her. She smiles weakly, though this is quickly replaced by a grimace of pain and she falls forwards, leaning against him.
"You're not at all what I expected...." she gasps in a lilting accent, then slips into unconsciousness.
Luke caught the woman in his arms as she fell.
"
I gotta be honest, lady ... You are not at all what I expected, either", he replied to her limp form.
He looked around quickly, to assess the threat situation; caring not for any quizzicle looks from campus dwellers, but worried about the inevitable arrival of whomever had gifted this woman these wounds.
Seeing nothing immediately, he scooped her up in his arms, and carried her off the car park.
Under the awning of a nearby building, he carefully lay her on the grass, and placed his duffle bag nearby. Like any wise traveller, he carried the basics of healing, and quickly drew the first aid kit from his bag, along with a towel and a bottle of water.
Kneeling beside her, so that he could watch for any danger approaching, he began to gently strip the wound. With the sodden materials removed and her rendered flesh cleaned down with the dampened towel, he inspected her wounds.
He also made sure to check what weapons she had, should he need to defend her.