[ the movement catches her eye, drawing her attention away from the nitrile gloves she'd just been pulling on. her professional brain switches on first, taking note of how he moves, though she knows better than to think the ease of it could directly correlate to the severity of the wound. from the looks of things, he's used to getting hurt, and that is far more likely to be the reason for his nonchalance here.

(her personal brain switches on next, but we won't talk about what that one notices. or lingers on to stare at.)

before too long, she forces her gaze back down to her work, carefully spreading her items out for ease of use. ]

Well, the bad news is that shirt's a goner. Sorry if you really liked it.

[ all that blood on that kind of material? she doubts it would make off without a stain without some major magic at work — perhaps literally too. ]

But the good news is I'll be done in ten minutes.

[ she holds up a small bottle, brows lifting. ]

Do you need anesthesia?