"Instances where I've shot myself in the foot distract me from the fact that I am bleeding." Less now, but still. It doesn't help much to prevent her close mouthed yell at the press. Required but. Painful. Nothing he says is a comfort, other than the rather welcome offer of something to dull the pain. Were it not for the unfortunate circumstances under which they met, and her own lack of religious leanings, she'd bless the man for it.

Not the first? Lovely. It makes her lock up all the more in the back of her mind. On the one hand, remain uninvolved. Distance herself. On the other- poke at it. Because that turned out so well with Unger. "I've taken a bullet to the knee- a pinch won't bother me overmuch."

Calmer now. Breathing steady. Pulse leveling out. Having someone and something to be caustic to and about helps- even if there's the slightest flinch at the initial injection.