Well fraggit, the medkit rather unhelpfully reported a lack of success in restoring vitals but at least Mother's spell seemed to have done better. Pulling the combat gloves back on, Requiem dropped back down into the driver's seat on his borrowed ride
"Ok, looks like he'll be out of it for a bit longer. I could give him a stim but it might frag him up later, better to see if he comes round by himself. He seems stable enough. So where to now? I guess any paydata is on his deck so we find somewhere to hole up and wait for sleeping beauty?"