The corner of her mouth twitched up ever-so-slightly as she exchanged the Bandaids for the hand sanitizer. She squirted some on her palms, and rubbed the solution over her hands and fingers. Okay, semi-sterilization, check. No need to get squeamish, hand sanitizer was better than nothing.<br/><br/>Rainie glanced up at the noise of a blade being removed from a sheath. Startled, she tensed slightly, but recalled what heâ€™d said prior. Something about a rag? He took the blade and sliced through the remains of his tattered shirt, allowing the blood soaked cloth to fall to the floor.<br/><br/>Relieved, Rainie went back to her work. She took the antiseptic and a clean cotton ball, wetting the cotton with the liquid. Leaning over, Rainie inspected the wound on his shoulder. Four long gashes, relatively shallow, and one that looked like a small stab wound. The last was probably from the thumb. Rainie pondered whether or not he would need stitches. The area around the gashes was beginning to bruise.<br/><br/>She felt his eyes on her. She awaited the Contacts Question. Everyone asked it. â€œYour name's Rainie, right? I should thank you. You just risked your life to save me and I don't even know you.â€ His voice was serious, and soft. Rainie blinked, but didnâ€™t look up from his shoulder. No Contacts Question yet...<br/><br/>â€œYou didn't have to do that...â€<br/><br/>At this, Rainie did look up.<br/><br/>He trailed off into silence, while Rainie watched his face curiously. Then, abruptly, he said, â€œIf you're low on ammo, batteries or explosives, I can get you as much as you need... Well, to an extent, of course. And I can try with anything else. I'm good at fixing things.â€<br/><br/>Rainie was silent for half a beat, hope and excitement filling her chest. Then she scoffed lightly. She jerked her head at Adrian, who had finished getting the bookcase into place. â€œYou would give<span style="font-weight: bold">him</span>more ammo?â€<br/><br/>Adrian flipped her off.<br/><br/>Rainie ignored him. She focused her attention on the task at hand, but her mind was whirling with the possibilities. She dabbed the cotton on the bloodied wound. It was already clotting and the bleeding beginning to slow.<br/><br/>Adrian was watching Rainie, her hands moving deftly and surely as she cleansed the strangerâ€™s wound. He was absorbing the information heâ€™d gathered about their stranger. He had to be smart. Or simply talked big. He may have even set the explosion that had drawn Rainie down here. And now he was offering her explosives and bullets. Adrian didnâ€™t know whether to curse or laugh. Rainie had a bit of a hero complex. If someone could supply her with explosives and gun power, she would try to single-handedly wipe out every Infected in New York. And get herself killed in the process.<br/><br/>He should have let the zombie eat the guy.<br/><br/>Rainie smiled as she examined the wounds. No stitches needed, she decided. She reached for the sterile pad and gauze as she spoke. â€œIâ€™d actually really appreciate that, if youâ€™re willing...â€ She paused. â€œYouâ€™re the one that set that explosion?â€ It was less than a question and more of a statement. She pressed the pad where it would cover every gash, then reached for his left hand, guiding it to his shoulder. She placed his fingers to the pad, a silent command to hold it there. She unrolled the gauze, and started wrapping it as best as she could at the awkward angle.