As Billy's wounds were being dealt with, Rose sat back and started to look after her own wounds. She pulled down the scale mail and blue leotard covering past her left shoulder, giving a slight hiss as she revealed the bloody gouge in her bicep.
The wound was deep, but had thankfully missed the bone. The muscle would repair itself as she did heal faster than a normal human. She pulled some supplies out of her orange pouch, paying no mind to the concerned parents as she laid down a small bottle of vodka, sewing thread and needle, gauze and matches.
She had just started to thread the needle into her arm and was pulling on the thread with her teeth when Billy spoke.
"Loki?" She asked as she pulled the thread taunt.
"Obviously. But that's just the kind of ...motherfucker he is." She looked up briefly, realizing the irony of how that comment came out before continuing: "...He didn't leave without being stabbed first."
A little smile while she went back to concentrating on her stitching. "Though he took whatever it was he was looking for. Why he was getting it from your stomach is a pretty good question."