Crackshot makes his way down to the shuttered building as soon as he got word. Transforming he taps on the grate and peers in curiously through the window, holding a small bag in his hand "... Anyone home?" Lifeline replies after a rather longish time, sounding, well, as bad as last time. "Clinic's closed." Crackshot frowns in concern "We brought nanos to fix you" he calls in the door "Can I come him?" he frowned in concern, quite alarmed. There's another long pause before the door is unlocked from the inside. Crackshot peers in, worriedly "Lifeline?” he asks, still holding the little bag.