They could've landed somewhere far less welcoming than the living room - the hard wood floor is unforgiving, but Benevenuta is already approaching them quickly with gloved hands and a brisk expression. The effect is slightly incongruous in a Baedal-familiar way; someone's living room made up as a triage, standardized medical equipment alongside stock from the alchemist, clean blue gloves and a cashmere sweater. She's not used to people dropping in out of no where, but under the circumstances, she's not going to blink.

“Okay- okay, my name is Dr Bernát, can you hear me? I need you to let me see your injury- are you injured, yourself?” This to Megan; she'd prioritized immediately, but that doesn't mean she's not trying to map a few steps out ahead to keep herself moving most effectively. “I need one of you to tell me what you can.”