The second the bike has skidded to a stop, Trixie is moving (almost before it, anyway, or at least she's preparing)--judging by the look on Bruce's face, she's got some work to do. She strides for the unconscious woman immediately and starts taking vitals, wishing she had the proper machinery for it but certain of her training in the field, anyway; at least Morgana doesn't seem to have any sucking chest wounds.

"What happened?"