Zinn moves back to the group hurriedly, caring little for stealth at this point. "Guys, one of those diminished people is lyin' next to the pool, he seems hurt. C'mon."
With that, she rushes out into the open to move next to the fallen figure, kneeling beside it to check its wounds, a little out of her element. "Hello? Mister?"
Her voice a mixture of apprehension and curiosity as she gently places a hand on the shoulder of the wounded diminished, giving him a very light shake. "Maybe get him to drink the water..."
she mutters to herself.