Eliza frowned slightly when the man winked at her, until she saw Henry smirking slightly. They were as close to friends as she had, and he was constantly talking about ‘getting her laid.’ She didn’t have<i>time </i>to find someone she’d be willing to sleep with, she did have standards. Henry’s reaction was enough to tell her why the new man was winking at her.<br/><br/>“Wait.” She told Samael, digging in her pocket for a moment until she found a pack of cigarettes. She’d found a couple cases in a safe just a few months before, and she wasn’t a huge smoker, so she still had plenty. “Here.” She muttered, offering him the pack, which was about half full and had a lighter in it. “Sam, we need the morphine. The next person who needs an amputation gets nothing but a belt to bite on, so if you let Grace send him away, you’d better hope it’s not you that gets bitten.” She warned, frowning. She was far from a leader of the group, but she’d been there a while, and she commanded some respect as one of the best medics. She could patch up wounds using less regular supplies than anyone else.