[ She takes it and moves to a nearby table, taking one look and then patting at the sides of her apron a few times before turning to Roland. Listening, waiting for him to finish. ]

Worst cases? That anyone's hurt worse than you can do anything with. [ Her smile is grim, but even so: ] But the people around here are tough - it's those poor people showing up from places without a clue where they are. You bring anyone you find straight here, I'll keep an eye on them.

But - do you have a pencil on you? Pen?

[ A bit abrupt, perhaps, but she taps the map on the table. ]