Martha looks at Jim and she's worried. Of course she's more worried about the children, but once they are treated and settled, she's definitely going to be checking in with him. At the moment, she doesn't think about the men who have been shot. They come secondary (or twelfth or whatever to the tiny children who are looking so lost.)

She'd suspected what he'd said as soon as the mention of drugs had been made, but the hearing it was worse. Her entire posture tightened for a minute and she wanted nothing more than to go find the men in the back room and quickly add a few additional holes to them, or pour large amounts of alcohol into their wounds. Martha was sure that they could come up with something to punish them for what they'd done.

But first, Martha knelt in front of the girl and smiled at her. Being good with children normally had benefits, and she hoped that right now it helped. "Hi," her voice was soft. "I'm Martha, and these are my friends Jim and Leonard and we're going to help you. We're doctors." Another smile, and she looked to McCoy quickly.

"Do you think a scan would show us anything?"