Instinctively, Tatiana drops with her, but she pulls back her hand when she realises what Hermione is doing. She can't help but stare, even as she reaches back and undoes her pack. She's seen magic before, but not enough that it seems ordinary.

"I have supplies. I'm - I know how to use them." The pack is set on her knees, now, and she pulls her med kit out; it's a dull, plain white, save for the bright Avengers insignia.

"What do yours do? Do you need help with him?" Her free hand, carefully gloved, finds her way to the man's, squeezing gently. He clings back with a reassuring strength. She offers him a soft smile.