"It's a goddamn tiny poke," he insists, a bit sharper than he really means to be, but he can't help it. "And I'm not gonna say a word, discretion is key, yeah, I know," he promises, looking at the wound and getting out his kit to start mending the skin with the futuristic stuff. She's been through enough, she doesn't need to sit there watching him pull thread through her skin.