Yeah, she'll ditch the motorcycle and grab something big enough to make a bridge and pick through the wreckage looking for survivors she can haul to a hospital.

She finds Lucien at the edge of the collapse - covered in grime, sweat, and an even less healthy amount of pale than normal, but alive.

"You need a hospital or are you going to get back up and start more shit any second?"

Lucien shakily stands up, wearing a mercenary's uniform rather than his own costume.

"I think I might have a few broken ribs, and maybe some internal bleeding? I could do with help getting to one of our clinics - not a hospital though, those aren't safe for Undersiders right now. I know the way to one that should be safe."

"Sure. Can you walk?" She can peel off the bridge, it'll keep working without being her anchor, and attach to the motorcycle again.

Apparently he can.

"You find any other survivors?" 

"I mean, there's some people fleeing over that bridge I made but I found you before I did much looking through rubble."

"Mm." 

"This next part might be a bit difficult, think you can carry me down?" asks Lucien, gesturing at a manhole cover in an alleyway.

"- into the sewer? No, I don't think so, I'd probably drop you."

"Hrm, I can try to climb down myself I guess?"

"Yeah. I can go down first and try to spot you but I'm going to be barely better than nothing."

"Works for me."  

Down she starts. "Who puts a clinic in a sewer, that can't be sanitary."

"Tattletale."

"It was mostly a rhetorical question though if you'd told me you had a biotinker who used effluent to create healing serums it wouldn't necessarily be the weirdest thing I ever heard."

"Ha."

Honestly, this is almost too easy. 

"This way," he directs, guiding her through the near total darkness of the sewers, light leaking through manholes providing the only illumination.

She supposes if he wound up in stolen clothes he also doesn't have a flashlight on him. She has her phone, though, lights it up.

Then she'll be able to see far enough that they won't be in danger of tripping on the uneven maintence path.

After a minute of walking they can hear water sloshing in the distance, like something's moving just around the bend...

"Almost there."

"Yay."

Lucien chuckles aloud as they round the bend - he can't help it.

A dozen feet ahead of them, partially submerged in the sewers, is a mass of flesh with a girl's upper body on top. A hoofed animal leg sticks out of the mass above the murky sewage water at an odd angle. On another end a lion's face is connected to the fleshy mass, partially submerged.

Leaning against the wall nearby is ... well, it looks almost like Grue, if Grue's skull mask was actually part of his face and his limbs were all different proportions.

The girl looks up, sniffing the air as Lorica comes into view. The lion head attempts to do the same, garbled water the only result. Bubbles coming up from under the sewage hint at other faces, completely submerged, doing the same.

Oh that looks bad! She is going to run now!

Hah, nope.

Not Lucien casually gestures behind himself and energy branches out from his hands like lightning, tearing through the brick and mortar in the ceiling of the sewer behind them, collapsing the way back. 

She's going to peel herself off her motorcycle and be the biggest chunk and heave -