She took a few minutes to spray antibacterial goop on the gash, which made her curse softly under her breath as it stung. The bleeding had slowed a good bit, but she took no chances as she bound it with three band-aids. But his explanation caused her to nod slowly. "So that was more like Vietnam Syndrome?" She shook her head slowly as she closed the kit and turned back to face him. "Gah I should have taken care of it right away regardless. I get so used to hurting myself that I didn't think." That sounded bad, but she didn't know how else to put it, it wasn't as if she hurt herself on purpose. It was just hard to avoid doing so when you had to climb in cramped spaces, or in other odd spaces and do repairs. She took up his water glass and refilled it, replacing it right in front of him, before she refilled the highball with the Connemara. "Is there anything I can do?"
She was at a loss, if it was a hemophobic reaction she knew what to do, she'd seen it enough. She had never been faced with VS before, even if she knew the symptoms. She simply just watched him, worry written all over her features.