Cameron nods as Achilles says that her removing the bullet would be better. She was preparing to do so, when a new face appeared on the grounds. The man ran to them and hugged Luna, questioning what happened to her. He then addressed the rest of them, wondering who had the fastest way to help. Cameron stepped forward and turned Luna to face her.
"This might hurt," she said quietly to her. She lifted Luna's shirt to find the wound she was talking about. When she found it, Cameron took a deep breath, placed her left hand on Luna's shoulder, and opened her right hand, palm up, an inch away and just below the wound. She could feel the bullet with her mind and, as gently and quickly as she could, pulled it with her power. Gradually, the silver bullet began to work its way out of Luna's shoulder blade. In less than a minute, the bullet fell into Cameron's open hand. "Someone is going to need to take care of the wound. My power can't help there, I'm afraid," she said stepping in front of Luna and took her hand. She winked and placed the bullet in her friend's hand. "There you go," she said with a smile.