Louisiana taps the side of her helmet and sends an alert to her partner. Hopefully her team could preoccupy Felix in the meantime. She tightens her grip on Oquirrh's shirt when Florida nears.

"I've already calls him," she reports. "And I don't need your comfort right now. Just keep an eye on your son. I don't have any problem with him doing his job. Best medic I know but still a rookie."

She did not need to be angry with Omega. He was doing his job. Louisiana needed to take a dose of painkillers and check her wounds. However she wasn't budging for now.

She sends over a message to the medic. Désolé. Short and simple.