Myitt wanders after the crew and into Morgan's ship's med bay, watching the proceedings with dismay. She's so entranced by it that she jumps when Mar walks up and starts talking to her.
"He's hurt badly, guess that much is obvious," she says flatly. "But look at his uniform, it's very...I don't know. World War Two? One?"
When what appears to be a small asteroid comes crashing down next to the bar Myitt takes a moment to peer out the nearest window, spying a strange green ship and two giant green things in armor that immediately bring to mind the word 'orc', but that's natural considering her human mind had been filled with lots of Lord of the Rings.
It appears that they're arguing amongst themselves and not attacking, so she turns back to the operating crew, observing silently for a few moments more. She's within earshot of Morgan asking for type O+ blood.
<Whoa. I'm O-positive.>
<You sure you're okay with it?>
<Sure, how bad can it be? It's like a long day at the blood drive. Or a Hork-Bajir making your arm into Swiss cheese.>
<Alright, I get it, guilty as charged...>
Myitt clears her throat. "Tara is Type O-positive, but I'll have to warn you, we haven't exactly eaten or slept in quite some time. I'm bloody exhausted, but maybe we can donate enough to help him. Let's do it. I just have to sit down first." She grins lopsidedly.
<As if the last few days could really get any weirder.>
((O positive can only donate to positive blood groups, and O negative is the universal donor, but O- can only accept O-, and O+ can only accept O+ and O-...which means I'm royally screwed if I ever need blood XD And yes...my character Myitt's host character is my unoriginal alternate universe alter ego...whaddaya want, I was 14...*giant eye roll*))