Hm. Guess that makes sense. [She winces as the jacket, plastered to clothes and skin by congealing blood, is pulled away, but she sets her jaw resolutely and doesn't make a sound of complaint. Instead, her hand trembling a little, she reaches down to pull aside the sweater and t-shirt she's wearing underneath, tugging them up just far enough to reveal the wound fully.]

[It's not as deep as you might think, at least - the leather did do something to absorb the blow. But it's a messy cut, made messier by the layers of clothing driven into it.]

I usually just take an Advil and sleep it off. But I guess I've sewn myself up a few times, too. And I don't, you know. Have anyone else to patch up.