That actually does calm her. She knows the medical center belongs to Whiskey. Whiskey... he takes care of her, doesn't he? Trust and comfort, she knows that. He's her friend.

She makes an effort to slow her breathing, closing her eyes for a moment.

"The medical center. So... I had another injury." Yes. She remembers breathing against cracked ribs. North pinning her. "Is your head okay?"

And then... she fell. Her body jerks against the remembered terror and exhilaration and she pants out a couple of breaths, then tries to breathe deeply again. "Why were we fighting?" They work together. Will work together. It's still a jumble but she's trying to sort it out.