Nothing about June wavers as she moves with Verity as she lurches, stopping only when Ratchet catches her. She nods along with Verity as she listens, checking Verity's head for any other injuries with careful hands. She appreciates Ratchet's assistance just as much as his vote of confidence -- she knows she can rely on him right now, if nothing else.

"Scary? That's a new one," June murmurs as she gently brushes some of the matted hair away from Verity's temple. She isn't quite smiling, but there's a faint light of amusement in her eyes. "Ratchet, keep her there, will you? Let's keep her head steady -- yes, like that."

She grabs a few swabs and a disinfectant from her kit, and a cloth she dampens with water. "Verity, you are going to be fine," she confirms as she smooths Verity's hair away from the wound and begins to dab away the matted blood. "You've got a concussion, and it's not pretty, but in the grand scheme of things it's not that bad. This is probably going to sting a little."

June swabs at the wound with gentle pressure, her other hand lightly cupping Verity's face. She's burning to know who's responsible for this -- because she knows an injury of violence when she sees one, and this was no accident -- but that'll come later. "Why don't you tell me how you and Ratchet met?"