Varok was sitting in the dirt in front of bar where he actually went to take a job but ended up in a fist fight with a much bigger alien. He surely had some bleeding wounds but at least he lived. Not like the other. He moved his ars a bit to check if they are okay. It seemed no limbs has broken but he felt stinging pain in his chest. Great some of his ribs got it bad. He had to get home. The mercenary licked some of his wounds, those could reach. and left the others bleed.
Mina had been walking past, she was finally off the clock. And course she decided it was a good idea to dress out of uniform. She needed to have sometime out of those tight clothes. She wore a loose pair of shorts with a simple blue blouse. She was making her way past the bar when she looked down. There was a male…and he was licking his wounds. Something ticked inside her and the small galra let out a little whine. Oh goodness that was not what you were suppose to do if you had a wound. She made her ways towards him before crouching down. “You are not helping your wounds.” she told him, looking down at his arm. “Let me see?” She asked, holding a hand out to him.