The trickle of blood slowly began to drip off of her elbow, making a light splat noise as it hit the floor below her feet. She’d really gone and done it this time now hadn’t she. “Next time I’ll just break the fucking chain again.” Grumbled the slayer to her self as she examined the wound, it didn’t seem life threatening but the gash was pretty good sized realistically and could potentially pose a problem if she didn’t keep a good eye on it. Unfortunately, other then pour peroxide on it and wrapping the fucker in bandages, Kel hadn’t a clue what to do with it. Maybe one of the watchers or Emma could give her a hand. Though, where the fuck where any of them? “Damnit.” Muttered the slayer, by the time she’d find anyone she’d probably have left little drops of blood all over the fucking hotel. The last thing she felt like dealing with, or doing was leaving little red fucking drops all over the place, sure as fuck wouldn’t compliment the paint job.
Ears picked up the question from behind her and eyes rolled. What kind of fucking question was that to ask? Man this chick just didn’t fucking catch on now did she? The redhead sure was gonna be all sorts of useful around this place now wasn’t she? With all her dumbass fucking questions. “Oh yea, having blood streaming down my arm is a normal thing. It always happens around this time of day.” Bit back the slayer in response to the obviously dumb question in her mind. Grumbling to her self Kel was sincerely surprised when the other woman started to approach her. Blinking a few times brows knit. “Oh, I, um…” Some of the previous anger and defensiveness slipped away though she still remained guarded. “If you know how to, I, uh… guess.” The though girl continued to cradle the arm carefully, not really sure where to go from here.