Sophea found herself walking out onto the arena. Again. And for an unfortunately similar reason. As she broke the barrier between the shadow of the tunnel and the lighting of the stadium, she briefly placed a hand in front of her eyes and forehead before sweeping back to remove some stray hairs that had been in front of her face. Following her this time were two stretchers.
"Two, Miss Nahualli? But it's not even Christmas yet.," Sophea said flatly as she breezed by Malina. "So, what are their situations?" she asked, but she didn't even bother waiting for a response, and by the time Malina did respond, Sophea's focus would have already been zoomed in on the job in front of her. Sophea knelt down to Calen and used her semblance to gain an understanding of the extent of damage, the main areas of concern being one of his knees, half his rib-cage, and the lung under the damaged rib-cage. She sighed. "You have got to be kidding me," she muttered under her breath. Removing her blunt needle from his skin, Sophea waved for a medic. "Damaged knee. Damaged ribs and a lung. Wrap the leg and seal his chest. I'm not sure how much blood is getting into his lungs so we may need to insert a tube in transit".
She moved on to victim number 2, Gray. Fortunately, he wasn't as bad off as Calen, but he still wasn't off the hook, either. "Just a moderate concussion here." Just. She immediately regretted her wording but didn't dwell on it long. They loaded the two victims onto their stretchers and proceeded toward the exit tunnel once more.
As she was walking away, Sophea again turned her head back toward Malina and held up her thumb, index, and middle fingers. "Oh, and that's three reports that need to be submitted by Friday, Miss Nahualli. Don't forget!"