[She's gone for a while yet, getting a disgusting wound irrigated and cleaned, stitched up and wrapped in a hell of a lot of gauze. It hurts like a motherfucker and she has to dissuade a bot from stripping her down entirely, but lets them tend to a few other scratches along her arms before walking back out into the waiting room while pulling her tanktop back overhead. (It's not like anyone but Spike's around to see.)]
Oh, hey. [She says, head popping through the head-hole of her shirt.] All patched up?