Amy was about to chime in with her limited knowledge of securing a locale when the doctor jumped in. Ceding the floor to the man, she listened to his first few words before forcefully doubling over and vomiting, instinctively dodging out of the way in the process. Once the man had appeared to cease his hurling, she carefully made her way back to the man's side, making sure to avoid as much vomit as possible, before placing the underside of her wrist against his head to get a quick gauge of the man's temperature.
"Look, I may not be the best person to ask about finding a place to settle," she finally spoke up. "But I said it before, and I'll say it again, we need to find medical supplies to tend to the Doctor here and any future injuries or illnesses that might arise."
"Otherwise. . .." she added, without adding anything else, hoping the unsaid would be clear enough.