"Yeah. First aid kits under the sink, made sure it was fully stocked on essentials." What she considered essentials. She had taken a while to find the thing and when she did, she found it lacking. (Though it fit for a perfectly normal life style.) "Need a wash cloth. Moved too much, need to sure the bleeding will slow down or if I gotta...well, do a thing," she said. Might not be good to mention cauterizing wounds.

She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, bracing herself. It's sticking to the wound, which means getting it off will hurt. Deep breath. Hold it. Pull.

Fuuuuck.

She pulled off the shirt, letting out the breath as she dropped the bloody shirt. Which would also reveal quite a number of scars. Most are fairly non-life threatening, merely the NUMBER that's worrying. Old burns, old cuts from shrapnel, bad tumbles in the city. And one....bite mark in her side?

The only ones that seem particularly bad is the silver dollar sized one just under her heart that looks like it had been deep. (One matches on her back.) But surely that's just something weird, because there's no way she could have survived a blow there too deep? And then there are the burns on her chest, making a symbol. Partially hidden by her bra, but the rest is still hard to miss.