[She sighs in exasperation--of course it's going to sting when he gets jabbed with a knife! And now he looks about ready to cry, just staring at it... Looks like there's no helping it, then... With another sigh, Rita steps forward, gives the injury a cursory glance--yeah, it sure is bleeding, like any cut will--and motions with her head towards the cabin hallways.]
Alright, come on, follow me.
--Oh, you're not gonna die or anything.
[You know, in case he was worried. Anyway, she needs to deposit this box and then take him down to the infirmary, she supposes...]
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Alright, come on, follow me.
--Oh, you're not gonna die or anything.
[You know, in case he was worried. Anyway, she needs to deposit this box and then take him down to the infirmary, she supposes...]