Bella smiled at his attempt at small talk. She didn't mind. She had felt a bit awkward just sitting there in silence, thinking he just wanted her help with his arm and nothing else. She was glad he'd decided to engage her in conversation. "Forks, Washington," she replied. "You're British, right?" She wasn't great at picking up on accents, but she did think British men sounded really lovely.
Slowly, as gently yet firmly as possible, she began to bind up his arm, holding the gauze in place over the cut. "Hope you don't mind, the bandage will cover some of the tattoo," she said. It couldn't really be avoided. She needed to make sure the bandage wouldn't cut off the blood flow if his arm swelled at all. She'd put a bandage on herself once and the all her toes had gone blue. She'd learned her lesson pretty fast.