She was wounded? She was hurt? The Haemonculus was on his feet, already gliding forward to the aid of the Eldar Captain. Varl stepped lightly over corpses, and ignored the odd bit of stickiness or crunch with practiced ease. He halted, swaying slightly, just outside the personal space of the lovely, bleeding woman.

"Madam," the Haemonculus said, his voice deep and dark like old wine, reaching out a too-slender hand to offer succour, "you are wounded. Please, it would be my pleasure to help."

The noble straightened out her clothes as was proper, and surveyed the destruction. She had almost wanted to continue fighting, since it had seemed like there was still fighting to do. However, Adel realized most were fighting in self defense, and that the brawl had died down for good, and so, moved to check up on the Ork first. "Hey, Headbolt, get over here!", she shouted, not quite seeing the big xenos before realizing that he had been mulching Kroot.

With her first priority out of the way, she turned to adress her men. "Keep close. We might become mercenaries today", Adel said in the guttural tone of their native tongue.

Finally, she walked up to the humanoid Captain, taking her place next to the twisted mutant apparently also belonging to this xenos' race. "Headbolt, my men and I defeated these brawlers. And we look better than you do now that we're done. Are we now worthy of your crew?", she asked with a sharp tone of pride and sarcasm.

Herchite stumbled backwards from the Ork's final blow, but regained his balance quickly enough to avoid toppling over. Being somewhat surprised that he still had the capability for some good old fashioned Khornate styled violence, he sheathed his combat knife before anyone else got hurt... But he worried for the health of the Eldar Captain, who sustained that vicious bite from the Kroot and so slowly walked over to her, heavy bolter scanning for anyone who'd dare attack the fallen woman.

'Eadbolt was being uncharacteristically quiet for an Ork at the moment, carefully wiping off Handy's bald scalp as if dusting a fine vase before tossing him back into the baby carrier hanging by a rusty servo-hook. Handy immediately set to tightening the straps on his harness to make sure such didn't happen again. Looking down at the suitably murdered Kroot the Orkstartes stamped his foot on the corpse several times until each bone was broken, thick hide was flattened with boot imprints and beak crushed into several pieces. Various plates of metal clanked as he turned himself around to face Area, tossing snapped Kroot arm into his maw to chew on, tongue lapping at the vulnerable marrow where bone was entirely split. Jutting out of his mouth like a squigar it matched his general posture quite nicely, both arms crossed once more. "Wot Aidel said. " There was a crack as bone was mulched down further between thick Orkish jaws.

-Domino
Dominos axe missed as the Kroot was destroyed before he could even a good blow on it. he looked to the eldar who seemed to have gotten in this fight. "Well this is a fine mess, that has ended up here. So who's tab is the damage going on?" Domino said Trying to avoid getting into paying for the damages of the bar

Ashton-
"Well that was quite a battle, Anyone need of a services of a doctor can come to me if they need help with any wounds that need patching up." Ashton said Offering her services as a healer to help any of the wounded around the bar.

@Vulpas @MetalDog4
Kraig waddled over to Ashton, tugging on his pants that had started to sag from all the ruckus. "Oi doc, I could do with gettin my shoulder looked at. But what's it gonna cost me?"

While he allowed his shoulder to be examined, he turned to look at the Captain. Well depending on her wounds he might not get any work after all. "Cap'n you alright? You need to survive so us 'good' folks can have some 'honest' work."

Normally, professional curiosity might have piqued the Haemonculus' interest when another person in the bar announced their medical skills as a doctor. Doubtless Treleskan would have been chagrined to know, had he realised, that he was too enraptured with offering his own aid this time.

That ruby liquid, on the marble skin ...

Kanud dident know weather to be glad or mad, they all seemed to be ignoring him, something he by no means was use to given his massive size, they where all talking docter an medic stuff, needing help with their tiny wounds.
He strongly thought about smashing his maul through the bar... though did he want attention, he honestly had no idea, and not knowing what to do started to frustrate him... and that now started making him mad.

Ashton-
"Ahhhh yes I can get to that I only Charge patients on wounds size, This one is only a minor one and should only take a few minutes, I suggest letting your arm rest a while while also keeping it covered to prevent infections." She said as she began taking out bandages and applying, a disinfectant and then applying bandages to the Ratlings wound.

As the band saw that the bar was emptying they pretty much started to get their stuff together, the Tau handing the microphone back to the Eldar lead. "Thank you for having me tonight. If you ever need another substitute on the guitar or so, hit me up." He handed her a card with his vox information and then took a seat in a lonely corner on the bar, his body turned to the brawlers - watching them curiously and listening intent.

From what he could gather it was a recruitment, if this brawl was a test of the recruitment? If so then he might just accidentally slipped into the whole mess. Out of caution he placed his Pulse Pistol on the bar, should any of them get a weird idea on beating up a sixty pound Tau.