He got himself ready to move past the unusually pushy woman, but he was listening to her words and came to a halt when he heard her mention a medication he had never heard of, as well as the word 'nanomachines'. He could not stop himself from saying "Nanomachines? Pull the other one, lady, it's got bells on it." Okay, so maybe he had been reading a few too many foreign-culture books lately. It was so hard to find good dry humor, however, and he wasn't particularly ashamed of it, not that he should be.
Still there was something about this 'doctor' that set his teeth on edge, and he was about to draw Eskarina out the door when he halted again, this time in astonishment at the injured woman's, admittedly begrudging, acquiescence. He wasn't going to force her to go, but the ambulance couldn't possibly fail to arrive at some point, and then what were they going to do? Eskarina didn't want to go to a hospital for whatever reason, and this 'doctor' was spouting off about medicine that, as far as he knew, didn't even exist, which made her either a quack or some kind of bizarre genius, and in either case he didn't think the actual paramedics (and probably police, given the manner in which the 9-1-1 call had been cut off) would be impressed with this so-called doctor's notions. However, if the injured woman was willing to submit to this, then the least he could do was make sure that if something bad happened, he was on hand to do what he could to help, up to and including doing whatever degree of harm was necessary to back off this very pushy would-be doctor.
While Eskarina readied herself for 'treatment', Drew got the things necessary to help with cleanup - rubbing alcohol, warm soapy water, and clean paper towels which, while not as good as actual towels, had the benefit of being completely disposable. He also located the box of adhesive bandages, several of which were large enough to cover most reasonable abrasions but would do little against more severe wounds. However, Eskarina didn't look like she had any particularly deep injuries, and if what this Marlene was trying to give her was half what it seemed was implied, he doubted that bleeding was going to be an issue for long. He had, after all, read enough science fiction to understand how nanomachines were intended to work, even those meant to be surgery-substitutes, and while he could imagine it being possible, he couldn't imagine random people wandering around with nanomachine-enhanced medicines being either normal or particularly desirable. After all, nanomachines had a darker side as well, and he had both read and watched enough media to be concerned about those as well.
Assistant gear in hand, he piled the items on top of a fairly heavy book, one that could double as a bludgeoning device if he didn't like what happened to Eskarina, and toted it all to the table where Marlene had settled her things, pulling a chair up for Eskarina to sit on for whatever was to come, his hand resting on an item that might be needed for weapon at any moment. This lady was too weird for his liking.