"It's fine," Adelle is quick to argue, never one to accept pity — or even sympathy — well. It isn't the first time that she has been shot (and considering what occurred before she left Los Angeles, it may not be the last). This wound, fortunately, is far less severe than her first, and in less compromising a location as well. The pain is intense, enough so that her own train of thought becomes nearly elusive, for some time — in fact, she almost doesn't register the fact that it's Whiskey's doppelganger who kneels close to examine the injury — but it's one with which she is familiar. Unlike the vast majority of that which they have been faced with until now, this is something Adelle knows how to deal with, and at the very least she can find some relief in that.

"A spare shirt, if you've got one, to cover the wound," she requests from no one in particular.