It helps to hear her say that. It's slightly unusual for a woman of her appearance and bearing, and it gives him something else to focus on instead of the blood pulsing through the prone man nearby.

With practiced ease, Jonathan digs into his bag and locates his supplies, returning to her side and exhaling slowly before he starts working.

"Are you a nurse?" he asks, more for the distraction from his hunger and to keep his eyes focused on the press and pull of the needle as he works.