"We can do that."

She reaches out to help him with the buttons. There's nothing flirtatious about it at all. He's bleeding heavily, and undoing the buttons with one hand would take too long.

The vest is gone in five seconds. Once the shirt is unbuttoned, she moves behind him, helps him get the shirt off one arm.

"Okay," she says, preparing to peel the shirt away from the wound. "This is going to hurt. You ready?"