Stitched up for free and not having to go to the hospital? Hells to the yes. "I'll go back to work when an interesting call comes in," Toli said. "It isn't really a schedule or nuttin'. So cross your fingers no-one fun jumps bail on Monday." She glanced at the prescription and realised she'd had Audrey's name wrong the entire time. Well, good thing she'd never tried to use it again before now.
"Audrey, thanks. Really. And I grew up in Montana. As the town outcast. Learned real fast how to kick ass first, take questions later. You uh, ever want your daughter to be able to defend herself, I can give her some age-appropriate pointers."
The first aid kit had been in the car, once, a long time ago, until she'd used up all the bandaids. But that wasn't likely to get replenished. It was buried under some other stuff, besides. But she didn't need to tell Audrey that.
"Here's hoping the elevator doesn't break," she said, standing up and hobbling to the door. Definitely easier to walk now that it was patched up. "Thanks again."