Deirdre raised a single eyebrow at the comeback. If she looked only at his face, she was able to somehow ignore the blood that was still pooling on the floor. The amount of red seemed to be in contrast with the casual reply from the young man.
She didn't say anything as she turned away to head for the kitchen. She had no clue where else she might find a scissors in this place. She didn't have high hopes for it, but was amazingly able to find one after only a few minutes of searching.
Returning to the living room, she looked at the young man again. He seemed more alert than she thought anyone who'd lost that much blood had a right to be, and her eyes narrowed a bit. She stepped closer again, her toes stopping mere inches from the red. She stood there, holding the scissors loosely in her hand.
"Found them." Her voice was low, ears still nearly ringing from the earlier trauma of the music. "Though someone obviously took pains to put you here. I don't know that I should interfere." She tried to tell herself that she wouldn't be so casual if the young man appeared to be in more distress. Though she felt that concern only as a background thought.