She notices the tremor in his voice and gives him a sharply searching look, but there are approximately a thousand possibilities between where her thought process begins and the truth of the matter, and the one she lands on as most likely - the simple fact that suturing a fresh stab wound in the dark on a filthy street is far from the normal course of trauma treatment - is both reasonable and doesn't merit comment. He's holding it together. That's all that counts.

"Blood doesn't bother me," she assures. "I've seen a lot worse than this."