"mmm..." barrett shook his head, climbing to his feet. The girl was definitely lucky that he carried a protein bar in his vest when he was on patrol. The things tasted like as$ but hey, They filled you up. and if he judged it right, the little lady needed to have some filling food in her gullet right about now.
He patted a pouch on the side of his tan plate carrier, feeling at its contents. It had a bandage, some alcohol prep pads... and a protein bar. Vanilla Almond flavored.
He unzipped the smallish pouch, taking the rectangle shaped bar of God-knows-what, tearing the tinfoil, and waggling it in front of the collapsed girl's muzzle. hopefully, she would smell it.