She sighs. "Fine, Lassie. Whatever. But the second I see teeth or whatever crazy-ass stuff this guy did to you, I've got a bullet right here with your name on it."
The pain in her left arm is bothering her more and more. As much as she doesn't want to restrain the movement, she might do more damage to it if she continues to try and use it. Holstering one of her weapons and reaching into her pockets, Zinda brings out a small first-aid kit, sits back down and peels off her jacket to clean up the wound on her arm. The jacket's then put back on, the kit tucked away, and then she makes a makeshift gauze sling for it.
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Date: 2007-09-17 01:21 am (UTC)The pain in her left arm is bothering her more and more. As much as she doesn't want to restrain the movement, she might do more damage to it if she continues to try and use it. Holstering one of her weapons and reaching into her pockets, Zinda brings out a small first-aid kit, sits back down and peels off her jacket to clean up the wound on her arm. The jacket's then put back on, the kit tucked away, and then she makes a makeshift gauze sling for it.