Jean fell to the ground and heard the shots. She was sure that once that Alien was served up in that pizza box that it was thoroughly shot up. She sat on her bare knees and observed her hands. One hand was sliced up good and missing two fingers, the other was limp. Jean slammed her hand against a pipe until the fingers started working. She picked up her gun and tucked it into the band of her holster, one of the few things that she had on. She limped to the body of the girl she was trying to help and combed her fingers through her hair one last time.
Jean took a breath and opened a med kit. Her emotional processors were filling her with regret, pain, and sorrow. She wished she could find that part of her software and turn it off. For now, the least she could do was concentrate on doing something to keep her mind off of her failure. Her hand began to quit bleeding it's white hydraulic fluid as she began bandaging up the hand with med-wrap. She didn't want to appear unhuman when she ran into someone, and she didn't want to lose her hydraulic fluid either.
Jean stood up and looked down at her foot. There were plenty of tiny holes on the sides and bottom of her foot where the little Xenomorph punched holes into her synthetic skin, but that was something to worry about later. She put her shoes on so that contaminated chunks of the city sewer wouldn't find it's way into her inner mechanics. Jean limped to Quinn and gave him a hug just before taking her position in the bulk of Team one.
She really handn't expected that poor girl to be infected, but she was wrong. Jean shook her head as she ran the incident through her data drive to re-experience it. She did everything she could, right down to giving the poor girl the clothes off her back. Jean, even as an android, wasn't prepared for the horrors that she had been programmed to endure.
"I wish I could have helped more," she whispered within earshot of a few Marines.
When Jean punted the small creature across the sewer, Sixtus tracked it with the barrel of his rifle, the butt pressed firmly into his shoulder with his cheek pressed against the stock. When the thing landed, Sixtus opened fire. The roar of the rifle on full automatic was deafening, even with the bursts that the medic was using.
When he was done, he just stood there looking towards where the thing had landed. When Jean hugged him, she could feel him shaking slightly, his body pumped full of adrenaline. He turned to look at the woman, her chest a mess of red viscera.
"Civilian down, KIA."
he said over the tac-net, his voice strangely flat.