Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

The man jerked in surprise, and she wouldnt be surprised if he would come away from this with wounds around his neck. She eyed him critically, and let him adjust to her presence before coming any closer. He made a comment, and well she wasnt quite certain of its meaning, she could theorize that its meaning was crude. Ignoring that for q moment, she went through a mental list of her carefully crafted salves and came to a decision. "I doubt you have much other choice" she commented blandly at his second comment. She had the vague impression she was being mocked, but she let her professionalism take over.

With a stern expression over her muzzle, the experiance healer grabbed out a jar of sunburn cream, that she had perfected with Hannibels help. She added a little more of her preservation oil to it, turning it into a slick, oily substance. It had the soft sent of aloa vera to its creation, among other things. She never settled with just one herb, but experimented and crafted something greater from everything she cultivated.

"This will feel cold" she warned him, as she moved to his side and began to pour the salve across his neck, sighing internally at the waste. She carefully moved it across his neck, and painted some onto the ship side for good measure. "Alright twist slowly to the left and push yourself backwards." She instructed the man, finding purchase herself in front of him. He had about five inches of height on her, and she was able to slot herself in between the wall and shoulder, and would shove against the wall if she felt him complying to her instructions.