Zoe relaxed a little as the orderlies didn't seem all that interested in bothering anyone. She found a place to lean and watch. The Amazon wasn't watching just the benchsitter and the rocker. No, she was watching the trussed and the rest. She also took the time to give her arm a glance. It wasn't bad. She'd had worse, much worse. Bullet in the gut worse.
"Shiv? Weapon? Yes. It wouldn't be hard. Spork?" Zoe didn't add that while the tines were useful, but breaking the utensil in two then using the new edges would have been effective. Although the tines weren't exactly overly comfy. She pulled the would-be weapon out for a moment before hiding it again. "Spork. Spoon-fork. I heard someone call it a 'foon.'"
She shrugged off the strange word with the odd utensil. "How is he? Do we need to call someone to look after him?"