"Don't move," he ordered, getting Martha to relax and lie back down. He used the gauze to wipe away the blood, still staring slack jawed and in disbelief at injuries.
"That shouldn't be possible. There's no way... I know he clawed you deeper than that." Jack frowned and shook his head. "I know it was deeper before we got down here. And now it looks like the Weevil barely clipped you!"