He wondered if he should say. When he'd first woken up, he ran on the assumption that they'd all just been kidnapped, some perhaps had genetic modification, but now he wasn't so certain. Trip wasn't his Trip. Or at least not as he last knew the man. And he'd left him in the cave with that other, the one with his face, the one in the city he might call 'brother', if he believed in that nonsense.

Probably best to keep things simple and non-specific. Besides, they hardly knew each other. Yet.

Malcolm grabbed a roll of bandages. "You'll have to keep this covered. To keep anymore sand out of the wounds. Wasn't there a larger medical pack or two doled out?" He gingerly wrapped up her arm. "You should see who has one and who might have more medical experience. Might be able to flush everything out and keep infections at bay. We'll just keep it wrapped for now."

Though his professionalism dropped when he considered giving out his name. Might as well give the sort of answer he always tended to give. "And my name depends on who you ask. Seems I've picked up two of them like everyone else."