V had been lost in his task of cataloging and packing the damaged books. He spared a glance to Artemis when she had returned to the shop. With it being as late as it was he had started putting the packed boxes by the front door. The scent of blood and the yelp grabbed his attention. He looked to her, "Why are you apologizing?" he uttered as he moved close to have a look, "Come, lets get that cleaned up." he motioned to guide her to the backroom. Which, had a sink and the first aide kit. He found it hard to feel anything but concern for the unfortunate young woman. "...going to need a new kit at this rate." he said in a soft jesting tone, trying to lighten the mood as he set to getting Artemis cleaned and patched up...again.