So, Talia had guessed right, regular old humans had inflicted the injuries. Which made her wonder if he had gotten into a scrape with the group in the city. Not the first time she wondered that, but his confirmation brought the thought to the forefront again. “Oh good, I’m not sure we have anything that would combat rabies,” she replied, being mindful not to joke with him too overly much now; she’d caught the wheezing her last bit of humor had induced. “And we don’t generally enjoy having to put people into quarantine.” As much as it was a necessity.
“We do have more than one resident who would fit that description, yes,” Talia replied, matching his grin with a small smile as she stitched him up. In truth, she didn’t know all the younger generation around Sing Sing; their population wasn’t small. But then, she also couldn’t shake the feeling that his surname was familiar to her, like she’d read it before or heard it said recently. “You may need to get a little more specific. How old would she be?” And if she was using the opportunity to ask questions as a way to check to see if he had more than just the gash on his head, well, she didn’t need to tell him that, did she?
She finished the one set of stitches and moved on to another. “We have a gang of late teens that wander around the compound, so it’s likely that if she falls into that age she would be acquainted with them.” Using her forearm, she pushed some stray hair away from her face. “I could put something up on our intranet too, see if I can’t find the girl you’re looking for that way,” she offered. “Is she your sister?"