"Well, down here at least the hexapods look to want to rip you apart and eat you for lunch and the tetrapods have some sort of venom gland probably located near the base of their claws. One of the most potent coagulation factors I have ever seen. The wounds Nutn suffered weren't enough to kill. He died of a massive embolism. All of his blood seems to have clotted near instantly. Seems like the tetrapods are the prey and that is a defense mechanism," Sarah says, without too much consideration for her slipping into scientist mode. Absently she picks through the supplies. "Not much of immediate use for you here, I'm afraid. Just a lot of catheters and cannualas and some ostomy bags. If we have to use these were are in real trouble." She frowns a bit as she considers the weight of what she just said. They'd be hard pressed to treat anything here the way they had been trained. No X rays, no CT machines. Limited pharmacy. Modern medicine was out the window. They were going to have to be creative.
"Let me see if I can find some things for your kit. I think we're going to have to stick to the basics, and some creative adaptations," she shakes her head, her face solemn. "There are a couple of packs of gloves over there," she nods towards one of the shelves towards the back. "And some tape and gauze and tourniquets. Start with those. I'll gather some of the other supplies."
Sarah walks to another section of the tent and starts looking through some small vials, shaking her head, then says half absently to herself, half intentional, "It would really help to know what the creatures up north are like, not that I'd necessarily have any answers, even if I did know. But usually the tropics make the arctic look boring so.... I don't envy you guys at all."