What the - please don’t move, Maya, I have things in my bag, hang on. We can talk after I get you patched up a little.

[Please do not die on her, she wants to say, as she starts taking the medical supplies out of her bag. It’s implied, at any rate. There’s a lot she wants to actually say, none of it more important than making sure Maya doesn’t bleed out on her. Claudine knows that feeling all too well and she absolutely refuses to let it happen. So she just kneels down and starts to work, without another word - almost.]

You troublesome woman, getting caught up with one of these. As if it wasn’t enough that two of us already got pulled into a mess.