Simon didn't flinch at the pricked of the needle. After that adrenaline shot, a little thing like this wouldn't bother him. Though the strange man's comments puzzled him.
"A gun," he replied. "Unless you're from a planet that uses other means to place bullets in bodies." He glanced at the Doctor in the corner of his eyes. "Your species?"
He was wondering if he had made the right decision in accepting this stranger's help. "Forceps, please. Need... need to get the bullet out."