"Thank me in a sec." Sam whispered to Cinder. Taking the little first aid kit he tucked it away in one of his cargo pants pockets. Stepping in front of Cinder a little to cover the injured leg he looked straight at 'Jeff' and frowned. "Oh, must be me. Cut myself shaving this morning." he said flatly, blaster at the ready.<br/>"What good nose you must have." he added a little concerned, eye's narrowed in suspicion.