Sam stopped, her smile melting away for a moment, then reappearing as Ayl offered to fix her up. He definitely was like her older brother. "Really? I've<span style="font-style: italic">never</span>heard it. Ever," she said sarcastically as Ayl swabbed the antiseptic across her back. She showed no sign that it hurt, other than her fists being clenched until her handed her the cloth. "You act like I care."  She turned towards Ayl with a slight smile and tossed her trench coat at him. The black tank top she'd been wearing underneath was shredded, and all but fell off as soon as her coat was removed. Her bra was still intact, but it still drew a slight blush to her face. "Huh. New shirt," she said, adding it to her list of things to do. She hurried off and applied the bandages in the cover of the building.<br/>When she was done, she hopped back over to Ayl, retrieving her coat and putting it back on, making sure to have it buttoned all the way up. "So, yeah. I need a new shirt dude," she complained, her face still slightly red.