"Right here, Frosty."
Leona strode in, her face smeared with blood dripping down from a jagged cut over her right eyebrow, spilling crimson over her tan face until it was stained red. "Glad you're good. We ain't got many fresh."
Toby stood up quickly, aiming the gun at her. It took him a moment to recognize her, and he lowered his gun. He dug around in his backpack until he found a first aid kit. "You're bleeding pretty badly. Let me help." He said, digging around in his first aid kit.
