"Please, do not be alarmed," she intoned. "I am here under the directive of the Kaelzar Princess to provide medical assessment and assistance. You will not be harmed."
A pair of slender, precise arms unfolded from her chassis. From her eyes, two thin beams of emerald light lanced out, sweeping over Marcus where he lay gasping on the floor. The light traced the bruising already darkening around his throat and probed the rhythm of his pulse.
"Assessment: Minor cervical trauma and soft tissue damage. Elevated stress indicators. No critical damage detected." Her head tilted slightly, a pre-programmed gesture of analysis. "Administering a non-combatant aid package."
