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"I-I don't have any materials..." Clementine stutters, staring at the body in slight disgust and worry. "But, um, she's bleeding a little. We have to stop that with...uh, pressure! That's it. And I'll go get her some water." She's already backing away slowly to Mos Eisley, but her eyes haven't moved from the prone body and her mind still moves a mile a minute, desperately trying to remember any first aid she has been taught. It's not much.
"Um, check her...her throat. See if she can breath?" And then she's off to Mos Eisley. She ducks and weaves through rowdy customers until she reaches the bartender - the new one. She notices the Judge, still standing where she left him and debates asking for help but them she has water and so she's running back, leaving the warmth of the bar for the bitter, outside cold of the night.
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"Um, check her...her throat. See if she can breath?" And then she's off to Mos Eisley. She ducks and weaves through rowdy customers until she reaches the bartender - the new one. She notices the Judge, still standing where she left him and debates asking for help but them she has water and so she's running back, leaving the warmth of the bar for the bitter, outside cold of the night.
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