"Leof" He'd say, introducing himself to the woman who helped him out by getting the first aid box. He intentionally set it down on some of the despicable bugs, squishing them underneath it, before opening it up.  He frowned down at his glvoes, and took them off, so as to better be able to work on the dude.<br/><br/>"Well, he did shoot her...even by accident. That'd piss me off, too. Since she's a blood drinker, I'd wager that makes her hungry...but don't quote me on that." It was probably odd to hear him speaking, so perfectly placid. It happened whenever he saw someone injured; one moment he's going<strong>ohshitohfuckohgodohnoohnohno</strong>, and then, he's just perfectly calm. It's as if someone just turned off all his emotions.<br/><br/>He'd grab at a different bottle of alcohol within arm's reach of him, which just so happened to be Jack Daniel's. He poured a bit over the bleeding wound, uncertain if it could be infected or not, but deciding a bit of alcohol on it couldn't hurt. He'd then get into the first aid kit, using a piece of sterile gauze to wipe away the alcohol and blood, then get a fresh piece of gauze, and tape it over the wound with some medical tape. He makes sure it's nice and tightly pressed down, and well taped up. "He should make it... assuming we survive this...and no, no coffee." The bit about coffee is added in as an afterthought.