[ Even if she had any particular inclination to enter the fray here, there's no question of her being able to disguise herself as a man. There is also no question that Lust has no interest or experience in medicine. She doesn't care about preserving human life – she cares about ending it efficiently, in prodigious amounts – and she's never needed to look after her own. She doesn't want to be here, yet here she is, blood staining the edge of one sleeve as she holds down a man by the shoulders with suspicious strength. This by itself is also not terribly womanly, by the apparent standards, but she is only responding to a request for backup – not one directed at her, to be fair. Still. Once his leg is amputated, she's leaving the tent and practicing with the few, primitive weapons allotted to them.

Unfortunately, her patient is determined to make this hard on them, and has been ever since he caught wind of his prognosis. Really, it serves him right; even Lust can recognize an infection this bad when she sees it, and the festering gash on his shin couldn't possibly have gotten this bad overnight. Maybe fever has set in, and he can't be blamed for the thrashing and raving. She's going to blame him anyway. ]

Do you think he'll live?

[ She looks at the attending medic in question, her gaze steady and genuinely curious. It's all a bit of a mystery to her, really. This place, wherever it is, lacks the technology that allows amputees free reign in her own time. Whoever he was before, the man is useless as a soldier now. Whether he lives or not, what purpose does any of this serve? ]

[ On the brighter side, the full cover is very much her jam. It's one of a few things she misses about the earlier days – following the changes in fashion is required, to remain inconspicuous, but as less coverage becomes the norm keeping her own distinguishing features neatly out of sight has become a bit of a balancing act. This, and the subterfuge itself, is more like it. Under the veil of night (and... the literal veil...), she's quiet, quick, and purposeful, though she makes sure to identify herself to any teammates, the better to avoid any misunderstandings later on.

You might catch her stepping quickly away from a dead body, checking an equally dead body for possessions or clothes she might salvage, or setting something on fire, as you do, but when it comes to slumber-interrupting distractions there's no need for all that work. Literally all she has to do is find wherever they're keeping the most horses, stay hidden nearby, and wait for them to lose their everloving minds. Animals understand better than humans the kind of creature Lust is, and react accordingly if her oppressive presence doesn't move away quickly: they flee, or try to. This is something she normally wouldn't care to air out with the possibility of witnesses, but it would have come up sooner or later, with all the pack animals and war horses about, and it's convenient. Soon, however, she knows that someone will come to check on the increasingly distressed rearing and whinnying, and then she'll have to take care of them, and then someone will come after them, and– ]

I wonder if it wouldn't be easier to kill them, [ she mutters, with the level of consideration applied to debating yourself over whether or not you want to get fries as your side dish, apparently not even considering just cutting the beasts loose. Whether she's just talking about the horses is ambiguous. ]

UN: @lust

@ALL: What is the last year you remember before you woke here?

You'll forgive me if I've misunderstood the purpose of this connection, I hope, but that's exactly why I'm asking. We can't all be so advanced.