Pandora was somewhat relieved when the scientist acquiesced to the secretary's suggestion and shouldered the other crate. She felt kind of bad for making someone else help her, but then he didn't seem to much mind. He seemed to catch her looking at the crystals a few times, though, and she grinned sheepishly. It wasn't that she thought them particularly horrific or anything; on the contrary, she was more interested in the qualities she could not see rather than the aesthetic effects. She'd had very limited exposure to mana, and it was something she would readily admit to being curious about. She didn't have the kind of mind required for science or anything, but mana had always seemed to her something that might bridge the gap between Mr. Vernazza'a world and her own.
She listened attentively as he told her his story. Some people might have been startled to be on the receiving end of such a personal story, but Pandora was well-used to being the sort of person people spoke to, for whatever reason, and she did not mind in the slightest. "You're right; it is not often that people exercise their charity down here, but..." she trailed off for a moment, trying to think of how exactly to phrase what she wanted to say, but she was spared the difficulty when she heard a tremendous crash, and Mr. Vernazza's words afterward only served to confirm the swell of dread that had risen to her throat. Someone was injured.
Several residents had emerged from their homes at the noise, and Pandora met the eyes of a woman she knew, lowering the water in her arms to the ground. The woman gave a solemn nod; it would remain under her care until Pan could return for it. With that, she was off like a shot, taking two strides for every one of her companion's but nevertheless keeping up.
She rounded a corner and stopped short, a sharp intake of breath marking her surprise and despair. There, on the half-ruined stone street, lay a young person, almost as small as herself. Upon closer inspection, she figured it was from much the same acute malnutrition that plagued so many of the people she knew. That was hardly the most immediate problem, though, and Pandora bit down hard on her lip to stop any sound from escaping. He had clearly fallen from great height; Mr. Vernazza had said an airship, but the thing looked like no ship she had ever seen, being more a large balloon than anything else.
Pan scarcely had time to contemplate the implications, though, because the youth was clearly in grave danger. She knew not from how high he had fallen, but unless she missed her guess, he had hit several obstructions on the way down. Kneeling beside him, Pan called her magic to her and attempted to figure out exactly what she needed to do. The results of the scan hardly helped; this boy was a mess of health problems, from broken bones to openly-bleeding lacerations to infections, the latter particularly far too old to have come from this accident. Truthfully, she was not sure how to handle the situation; there were just so many injuries.
Calm down, Pan; you need to focus. Think. Which ones are the possibly-fatal ones? many of these things could be fatal if left unchecked for too long, but right now, she just needed to stabilize him and stop him from dying right this second. Right... the most likely cause of a death from falling would be internal organ damage, especially if something was pierced by a bone... Which meant she should start there. Taking a deep breath, Pan concentrated, her magic manifesting in its typical blue-white glow as she went to work repairing the damage he had sustained to his heart and lungs. Those were in decent condition, all things considered, so she moved on to the heaviest bleeding wounds next, sealing them off and expelling any possible infections.
The broken bones would require more time, and for that, it was probably best that he was back at the clinic. Opening her eyes, Pan stood, resisting the urge to swoon. "Mr. Vernazza? Can I ask one last favor of you? I need to get this boy back to my clinic, but I can't carry him..." Light as he looked, Pan was far from able to lift any person not a child, and that was when she wasn't already woozy from exertion. She was, however, okay to walk, and would be able to lead the scientist and by extension the patient back to the nondescript warehouse without incident.