She had to grit her teeth to keep from whimpering as she dabbed gingerly at the cuts and bruises. Shrugging her coat off the rest of the way and pulling it over her lap like a blanket, she pressed a clean edge of the antiseptic wipe to a somewhat deeper gash on her upper arm through the rend in her shirt sleeve.
The tears came unbidden then, and she nodded, lowering her hand and turning so that Jax could see the arm. "Can you tell with all the blood on my clothes?" she asked, a little helplessly.