[Bethan, for her part, just rolls her eyes. If there's one thing she hates, it's people stammering and getting all tongue-tied just because they see a little blood. Newsflash, idiots, sometimes people bleed.]

[It's probably just as well Angela's here, for the shopkeeper's sake. It means Bethan doesn't actually have to say any of that; she just lets go of the other woman and goes to lean against a shelf instead. Shelves can't judge her. She can put all her weight on shelves.]

If you got a first aid kit, that'll do. And if you don't, you ought to, that's just common sense.

I'll take a bottle of whatever's cheap and strong, too. [Because honestly, after the day she's had, she just wants a drink and a sleep. The injury can take care of itself. Probably.]