She quickened her pace to walk beside Samael.
"Besides, it looks like you might need my help anyway," Madison added, gesturing towards the medical kit in Samael's hands. "Unless you have a vast knowledge in medicine as well. Which you probably do, don't you? Since you seem to be made up of brains anyway. Even then, you'll have to do a lot of running around before you can get all the supplies you need."
"I wonder why they don't just have sets of everything in one place?" she wondered, more to herself than anybody else. Either way," Madison said, looking up at Samael, "it taught me to carry around my own medical kit. Well, that and all of dad's nagging."
She fished around in her bag and pulled out a small box. "I'm practically a walking hospital," she said with a smile. "In fact, if I ever got stranded on a deserted island, I could probably survive a couple of weeks with the stuff in my bag."
Madison peered into it's depths.
"Elvis might even be somewhere in here..."