She sat down on the couch, letting herself relax as he sat down as well, her eyes on him still as she slipped out of her coat. She wore a black tank top beneath it, her eyes on that wound as she stood up. "I don't mind." She said, her eyes on him once more as she walked into the small, open kitchen, grabbing a first aid kit before sitting on the couch, legs crossed as she sat indian style, the kit in her lap as she opened it. "None." She stated simply, "I live alone, I work alone, I hack alone." She said, thinking for a moment. She began cleaning the blood from the wound site and around her shoulder, her mind in thought still.<br/><br/>"I don't really trust people." She noted. She did supply the government with information, but they didn't know where it came from. Rea made sure that they couldn't pin her to the dead emails she sent them from. Each time, she used a different one.