You look at the remains of 22 and shudder.  'Why am I already giving it a nickname?' You wonder. You were only a passable mechanic but you can see the damage isn't extensive enough for her to be completely fubared, but she would need to get to an actual repair facility.

You point at the mass-produced Valkyrie and declare “They're coming with” for reasons you don't entirely understand. 

"You’ve got to be kidding." Amber said. "You are too badly injured and need to get out of here now. I'm built for agility and speed, not strength, so I can't carry you both, and that thing is barely worth the metal it's made out of." The robot woman waved dismissively.

"Doesn't matter, I'm not leaving 22 here." You don't know whether it's an odd attachment after she just saved your life or what, but you felt strongly about this.

"Well, how do you propose we do that?" Amber grumbles, but there's an odd look in her eye. "Even if we could get it active again right now the leg servos are done. It's not going anywhere on its own power."

'It. She says.' You recognize the dehumanizing way of referring to a Valkyrie Amber was using that you'd heard from so many other people at the academy, ironic considering she's one herself. You just stare at 22 for a moment.

Amber snapped her fingers and waved. "Helloooo? You still breathing? Amber to corpse! Amber to corpse!"

You groan and shift, the pain was coming back as the adrenaline was wearing off. "Are you always this snarky?"

Amber smirks at your question. "You have NO idea. You're just lucky you caught me in a good mood." You can see her visor shinning as the woman surveys your surroundings. "Well? Any ideas? You're kinda on a clock here you know. In case you might not have noticed you're slowly bleeding to death."

Amber came over and tore a few makeshift bandages from your uniform. She wraps the makeshift tourniquets around your injuries to stop the bleeding but you'd probably end up with an infection. "Best I can do, but that's not going to be enough." Amber notes. "You need to get to an actual doctor."

"Yeah, one sec." Amber couldn't carry you both, and you had to move quickly. The only thing around you was a torn-apart shopping center... 'Wait.' "Any chance there are any intact shopping carts in there?" You ask.

"Maybe, that might work." She notes.

You can't move from your spot so you just have to sit there and wait for Amber to come back.

You almost wonder if she had left you here when a shopping cart lands right in front of you. "Why am I doing this...?" Amber grumbles herself. "I should just leave you here and get to the fallback point. It's not like you're an ally or anything." She sighs and hoists the inactive 22 up and into the cart. "Alright you Federation pain in my ass, up and at em."

Amber grabs you and lifts you up with ease, placing you in the cart on top of 22. You feel a bit embarrassed to be lying on 22 while she's, for lack of a better word, unconscious, but the situation demanded it.

Amber starts pushing the cart, one of the wheels making an awkward noise as you drive towards your destination. She stops every few seconds to listen and look around for threats and then continues on.