"I am aware," Devin replies, arching an eyebrow up at her. "Too bad I don't have a camera on hand, we could capture your living example for posterity. Maybe remind you not to do this a second time, mm?"

He begins carefully examining the laceration, assessing the severity of the injury and checking for debris. The gash isn't too deep, but it's likely to re-open if she tries to do too much.

"I hope your tetanus shot is up to date," he needles, going to the box of supplies and transferring what he needs to a small tray and placing it next to her. His features are rearranged to something more suitably wry. "Can you move all your fingers? Any numbness or tingling?"