Zoe'd only made a few sounds as he worked on the cut. Her head tipped forward, and she did her best to not think about the pain. There were children here; they didn't need to see one of the adults breaking down, not that Zoe made it a habit of breaking down. Of course, she might have said a foreign curse word or two. Maybe even cursed those ruttin' assholes outside for doing this to her.
She waited for a moment once Jesse had finished the stitching, but soon she stood, slowly, yet straight. The Amazon looked around her.
"I'll need another shirt." The pants would do for now, but she couldn't stand around in bloody things if she didn't have to - she didn't need an infection.