[ Her lips pull into a pout when he takes her bottle, mouth already dry and getting dryer knowing she can't have it. ]

Fine. Not like I'm suffering blood loss or just hiked through a forest or anything.

[ She stays still as he scans her, skin still clammy with cold sweat as his fingertips skin her bones. ]

Just cut it. S'ruined anyway.

[ Her voice is tight, irritated at her current state. She's not much use as a bodyguard concussed and with a gaping hole in her shoulder. She helps him peel the fabric of her shirt away from her skin, leaving it in a pile on the floor. ]

You hurt at all?