[ Angela stops short of carrying Bethan out of the alley, but allows her to lean her weight on her if needed, walking as slow as Bethan needs to in order not to exacerbate the wound.

Speaking of the wound. ] This place has robbed me of my natural durability and strength. [ Among other things. ] You may not heal as fast here as you usually do.

[ Thus, finding a clinic. Surely a city as large as this has need of a healer of some sort. They should have no trouble finding someone who can tend to Bethan's wounds... Right?

At the question, Angela looks down at her armor. Her lips twitch with the threat of a smile. ]

It is my armor. I know it is not considered... conventional, by some societies. [ She's gotten plenty of looks from Earthlings and others before. More prudish societies who think women shouldn't walk around with no pants on. ]

I take it you are from Earth? [ Judging by her style of dress, her manner of speech. ]