Quitxi trembles a bit as Sophie's hand meets her cheek-- the only bleeding apparent was from the grazing wounds on the exposed skin there, the others were internal from the concussion where the spread pounded into the armor of her shoulder and chest, tearing the cloth, but not the glistening black shell beneath.  There's a faint shiver, and her eyes widen, but it soon passes as she feels the pain fade smoothly away.  She tests the shoulder and blinks up into her eyes.  "Thank you," she says softly, hesitantly.  The remaining outer clothes she sheds with little concern... "It's okay... they weren't my best," and offers a subtle wink, eyeing the girl's features with more curiosity now than fear.<br/><br/>"If we let them go now," she says softly to the young woman, "they may alert the others.  Sometimes these gangs want revenge, or will attack those who stand in their way."  She works her healed shoulder once more, a little amazed still.  "Before we release them, we should discuss some things..."