I pulled out my pocket knife and located the leg she had indicated, slicing along the length of the waterproof pants she wore.I pulled out my pocket knife and located the leg she had indicated, slicing along the length of the waterproof pants she wore. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Checking for blood. Okay, good." I put my hands on her leg gently... she whimpered, fearing the pain I might be about to inflict, but what I was actually doing was turning on the diagnostic sensors I had installed in my hands all those centuries ago and had never bothered to remove. "Sara, you've got one clean break, in the thigh." The thigh on a Mustel is very short; I moved up. Nothing. Moving down, I found something else. "You've also got a slight splinter in your kneecap. You must have hit the tree really hard. What happened?" "I don't know. I hit a patch of ice and lost my left ski. I couldn't control where I was going and I ran into the woods." "'Ran into' is a good description," I said. "Didn't bring a radio with you, did you?" She shook her head. |