[ The fact that the door hasn't been broken into means someone's snuck their way in, and even in a bloodied state, that's impressive. Which narrows her list of suspects down only slightly, and when her eyes settle upon the pale, bleeding hunk of man collapsed on her bathroom floor, she's only slightly surprised that it's him.
She clicks the safety on her gun and tucks it into the back of her pants, crouching down immediately and glancing him over. ]
Christ, Eames. How the hell are you still conscious? [ He's lost pints of blood by now, and it shows in the heave of his breath, the shake of his hands. The humor's gone from her face, her eyes sharp and calculating as she checks the wound at his chest. ]
Re: i am so late sry <3
She clicks the safety on her gun and tucks it into the back of her pants, crouching down immediately and glancing him over. ]
Christ, Eames. How the hell are you still conscious? [ He's lost pints of blood by now, and it shows in the heave of his breath, the shake of his hands. The humor's gone from her face, her eyes sharp and calculating as she checks the wound at his chest. ]
What type are you? Your blood type, what is it?