[It's getting to be later in the evening, and as far as Dixon can tell, there isn't any obviously available food or water. People are starting to pair off or hang out in the periphery of their teleportation boundary on their own, no longer so interested in coordinating such a rowdy and tumultuous group. They'll undoubtedly congeal again when there's some reason to work together as a team.
Dixon wanders around. It's not that he's hungry or thirsty - though he does have a hint of a headache, which feels more like a hangover than a result of having hit his head fighting Phos - but he doesn't have anything to tend to his healing injuries. The painkillers he took for them this morning have also long worn off, and healing third-degree burns hurt like a motherfucker. What's worse, with no way to clean them he's thinking they might get infected.
So he strolls up to people hanging out getting their bearings, trying not to look like he's kind of desperate.]
Anyone got anything for burns? Or I don't know, an aspirin or anything?
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Dixon wanders around. It's not that he's hungry or thirsty - though he does have a hint of a headache, which feels more like a hangover than a result of having hit his head fighting Phos - but he doesn't have anything to tend to his healing injuries. The painkillers he took for them this morning have also long worn off, and healing third-degree burns hurt like a motherfucker. What's worse, with no way to clean them he's thinking they might get infected.
So he strolls up to people hanging out getting their bearings, trying not to look like he's kind of desperate.]
Anyone got anything for burns? Or I don't know, an aspirin or anything?