The guy looked a little lost as he was led towards Anna. He was so tense as one of the attackers practically dragged him that Anna was sure he would snap and break out of his hold, giving away his real identity.
He somehow made it to her and was made to lean in so that he could listen to her.
Anna grasped his hand in a vice grip, a grip a familiar hold in military training. The medic didn't seem to notice, so she clutched harder.
"Inhaler," she pretended to struggle to say.
The other looked confused for a moment before she eyed the door to the pantry.
"You need the inhaler?" he questioned.
Anna nodded, giving him a steely look.
He looked up at A6 and almost pleaded. "She needs an inhaler. She is having an asthma attack. Where is her bag?" he asked.
The attackers exchanged a look. "We don't know."
It was probably thrown somewhere along with the other stuff.
