He snorted. She reminded him of a certain someone for sure. "I'm not a big fan of something for nothing, alright. But..." Fuck it, he'd asked more dangerous people for more intimate help. He ripped his shirt past the dried blood so she could see the knife wound just below his armpit in line with his shoulder. "Think you could patch me up, doc? I'll even get you to your friend."

Not that he was much of a threat, but she didn't know that - he looked well-armed and prepared. Not to mention strong. Maybe he could bluff his way through this part.