Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Setting herself against the ship did more in helping him find purchase, then allowing her own slim form to push him free. She heard the 'pop'of his release, before she felt the lose of his weight. She managed to keep her feet through some quick, if unsteady footwork. She shook snow from her coat, and got back to business. There was a hint of blood in the ship where he had gained his freedom with a cost.

Glancing back at the man, to get her first true look at him, she would see his state. She hid her smile as she moved over to his side. He looked a little worse for wear, with her salve in his coat, sticking his neck fur in all the wrong directions. She could see and scent hints of blood, which she already knew about after her look at the ship.
"That was a salve for sun burns, with a quick alteration"
She explained. She carefully packed away the mostly empty jar, feeling another pang of regret. That had been a good mix, and it had talent her a decent portion of a day to make it. Ah well, it was still used in the name of medicine. Sort of.

"The rust from this material can be as dangerous as a cut from a dirty claw. If you want to even that score, would you allow me to clean it and patch you up?" She asked, already thinking through what she had in her pouch. It would require some heavy duty cleaning, no patient of hers would wind up with infection, it was a matter of professional pride.