She looked up at Talon, knowing what he was thinking. "This is my second trip to the sands, sir," he said. "I was here for a year and six months, took three months off back at home, then came right back. Not quite ready for civilian life," she said calmly. She rubbed a small area near to the dislocation then pinched it twice, hard, before she gently inserted the needle and injected half of the syringe. She then pulled it out quickly, taking a small shred of gauze and placing it over the small entry wound and rubbing it gently to relieve the pain before she injected the last bit into the artery. She looked up at Talon. "Are you alright?" She asked. At least he wasn't thrashing. Yet, anyways.