[ It's okay, he will have a few people to be a stupid baby with.

Elizabeth is curious as to if they really have the proper medical treatment for this. There are people worse off than them, injured in ways that can put them at a disadvantage. Getting him cleaned up and taken care of us a priority too. Poor guy is getting his face messed up! However, if he keeps touching his wound, she'll stop and smack at his arm, like he's some kid picking a scab. ]

It's better than - [ Okay, he's totally falling for the bait. She stops and orders from the commissary and points to the floor immediately. We're doing this right here. ] Can't know so until I get it tidied up. I have to clean it and see what I'm working with. I'm not a medic, but - I won't hurt you too badly.

[ It's reassuring, but she's uh, sadly kneeling down and flopping onto her ass instead of knees this time. She sits side saddle, rummaging through the first aid kit for the wipes, disinfectant, bandages, and looking to the sewing kit for needle and thread. Sweats. ]

We'll get you taken care of. Promise.