Eros: Crew of the Zhidao
As she rises Abang gives her the once over, looking for any indications she's favoring a joint or muscle group. "Hmm, yes. You seem fine, but you could have internal injuries, and that nose, one moment," he takes her face and holds it with both hands, thumbs next to her nose "this will hurt, but it will fix your nose so you can breathe clearly, okay?"
If she acquiesces, her straightens her nose, which is more painful than breaking it was.
Regardless, moments later he digs bottle out of the emt bag, shakes out a few pills, "These will help with inflammation, and pain, swallow. It will have to be dry, I have no water, sorry. We'll dispense the anti-rads at the ship, let us go."
Puts the bottle away, relocks the bag, and once takes the rear of the group again, his tiny holdout pistol held low, but ready.