[ he reacts, gently, to the alcohol on his wound and karen smiles, gently, apologetically, but she doesn't stop. she finishes going through the motions, doesn't even notice how much of this she can do basically without thinking, and finishes off the bandage.

karen snorts, briefly, at the mention of a doctor here. it makes her think of the reason they all came here, or at least she assumes they came here, glancing out her window to the now dark building before letting out a sigh. she's disappointed in herself, but also in this whole trip - how this waste of time very nearly cost her her life.

( she doesn't know yet there's a bottle of medicine in her coat pocket. ) ]

Maybe- but only cuts and scapes, okay? Maybe even stitches, if I have to, but that's about it. [ a beat, and then her attention turns back to him, away from the window. she resettles, starting to feel the heat fill the cab of the car. his comment about coming to her has her shaking her head, exhaling, though there's a kind of acceptance in it. like she knew this was a place she would always end up being, in the end. ] You do this kind of thing often?