She frowns worriedly at his bandage. His injury didn't look nearly as bad as it should have, but she doesn't like sitting here doing nothing while both of them need more medical care than her utility belt has to offer. But she still feels shakey, and if they run into another enemy they'll be in much bigger trouble than if they took the time needed to rest. She'll hold on to the gun, too, just in case.

"That's why our approaches to fighting are so different. Believe it or not, I've been doing this since I was 15 and I've only taken a direct shot twice. Not that it doesn't still hurt like hell when it's not direct..."

She looks over at her own bandage. It's starting to bleed through, but only a little.

"God, what I wouldn't give for a coffee right now."