(she follows him along and takes a seat next to him -- grabbing the bandage. with her slender fingers, she begins to peel a nice lengthy strand before glancing over to him.)

No need to thank me. ('you'll owe me later.') — Couldn't let ya just leave you high and dry. ('yeah i can.')

(so carefully, she begins to wrap along this bummed wrist.)

Soooooo. I think the next thing is to get the blood outta your hair then get you some clean clothes. Probably get you some water along the way. Food, too? Somethin' small.