[Ana just sighs, shaking her head to herself before moving to dab the potion along Jack's wounds. They would definitely sting as they cleaned and disinfected the wounds, but as she applies more, his wound slowly begins to stitch together as the magic in the potion does its work.]

You know, I don't have my biotic equipment here with me. I may know how to make potions, but I can't exactly replace lost limbs.