[The door opens and a girl, younger than Peggy would have thought which earns her a point, comes out to lead them in. Spencer's display once she's on the ground does little to ease her worries and she frowns, turning to Ami. Business first. Triage. She was a nurse for two years, she knows these things.]

Is there anyone in there to help us get him inside? He needs immediate surgery for the branch in his shoulder - been pushing himself too far and the shock is wearing off. Blood type A positive. Is this place equipped for surgery? We won't be able to move him once he's inside. The weight of his prosthetics would be too much.

[She turns to look at Spencer and notices his gaze, covering the bloody patch on her dress with one arm.]

You first, Captain. My stitches and leg can wait.