@pandcran-scum || continued
A pained wheeze of a laugh left the injured man as he settled down into a seat within the caravan, uninvited at that, undoubtedly staining the ratty cushioning with his blood. The question had been rhetorical; a preface to his demand for assistance, but still, he could find the humour in how matter-of-fact her answer was.
His eyes lazily, yet closely followed her, the distrust radiating off of him. He was a cornered animal at the whims of the enemy -- she had plenty reason to off him when she first saw him, to accept his presence within the caravan seemed needlessly elaborate for her to be planning to kill him. Still, he remained on guard all the same.
Oh, he could tell she was enjoying his misery. The moment the realisation struck him his expression soured, eyes rolling in their sockets.
❝― Let’s get one thing straight here, kiddo. This just saves me from having to wait a full trip to Helios to patch this up -- I don’t NEED anything. ❞
Jack lied through his teeth as though it was second nature, unwilling to admit to the pitiable state he found himself in. Hell, for all he cared, he was still doing this HIMSELF. There was just the matter of him not being so keen on digging through the wound for the bullet with his fingers...
❝― Tell me you’ve at least got some kind of HEALTH HYPO in this... thing. Hell, tweezers would be great too. I’ve just gotta get the damn bullet out, patch myself up and I’ll be outta your hair.❞
