"Hell No" Lyshana shouted through the door "My own stupidity for not keeping an eye on him" She sighed at the man with the scalpel"So, I take it you don't care if I save this man's life then?" She asked with another sigh.
Her wings were mantled, as they always were when she was in a high stress situation, from the taut muscles in her back. She, in fact, appeared to be motionless. However her wings hid her sensitive hands hands groping for a needle, or something else to use as a weapon. Because of the differences in Elysian anatomy, it would be difficult to tell her elbow and hand were moving from the grip the man had on her... She found something, a needle with some medical supply in a premeasured dosage, and lightly grabbed it, just in case. A sadistic side of her hoped that it was insulin or kasserine.
"Now, please put down the damned thing, and let me work. I don't care about your hostage taking, I don't care about your fucking politics, there is a wounded man before me who needs treatment. I am a healer. I do not bear arms, I will not attempt to escape." She said this calmly, with and great force of mind "So put down the knife, and let me do what I do. Because you never know, it might be you on my cart next, whether or not things go well for your side"