Nadia wiped her eyes and slowly stood. "Pizza sounds pretty good right now..."<br/><br/>She smiled at Alan, her fleeting childlike stare flickering for a moment before disappearing. Once more it was replaced with her invulnerable poker-face. She winced as she noticed the gore that now adorned her suede boots and leggings. As she removed her leather jacket to assess the damage, she examined the two small bullet holes in the arm. Entrance and exit. A good sign. She was relatively certain the bullet didn't do any major damage because her arm was still quite useable. That was a relief in and of itself... After all she had upcoming shows to worry about. She pulled an impressive maneuver and removed the tank top she wore under her black tee without removing the shirt itself.<br/><br/>She proceeded to rip strips of the soft white cotton, not so much knowing how to properly dress a gunshot wound, but knowing she needed to apply pressure to stop the bleeding, and wrapped her upper arm. Satisfied that the cotton would slow the bleeding for now, she slipped her jacket back on. Nadia offered any cotton she had left to Alan, and indicated her willingness to help him with his wound if he needed it.