"Let me see dat," he said. He stepped closed with his left hand going briefly to the line of the captain's trousers to hold them up. There wasn't much room for an argument provided as he took her arm below the wound in two hands. They weren't deep wounds but the skin had been well lacerated. He realised with some shame that the hand he held against her arm had a contrast of bright red along his green fingers.
"Sorry," he murmured. It was for the wound and also because with a tug he removed the rest of the sleeve to get a better look.
"Hold this against it as hard as you can," he said. He handed her the tattered remains of the sleeve. He turned away to look for the tattered remains of his original pants. There was always a med kit in one pocket and spare power packs in the other. Turning made his head spin. Xin went down to one knee to look and also because he was afraid he would fall.
"I'm nuh so sure about telling him nothin'," Xin replied. This all felt like it would be difficult to keep entirely under wraps now. What would he say? She tore off my clothes with her teeth instead of searching?
"We might have to tell him but kip it from di Fleet Council. Let Larry guh back to his job. Maybe after wuh he's been though dey can quietly retire him." What scared him was that he was thinking slightly as Wesseq would. Do something for the good of the Fleet with no oversight. Back door operations to keep them going.