"Hope he paid up front." Zoe looked over to where the client was; the color of the body and the smell suggested that the client wasn't exactly waking up from this dream. It wasn't that she didn't care about the man; she didn't even know him. Zoe didn't exactly run in those circles that could afford the semi-quoted price Arthur had given at their first meeting.
She had undone the rope and bent down, her fingers making contact with Arthur's body - his leg actually. The rope rested on his body; she didn't think he'd mind either, seeing as she was trying to help him out. Her eyes were on the ceiling, or at least whatever was close and above them. She didn't press to test for bruising or breaks, taking Arthur at his word; instead, she worked her fingers down to where the beam trapped him. Softly and carefully, she slid her fingers along what she could of his leg under the beam. His leg was wet, and while he didn't think bone had broken through, she was going to check anyway.
"Rather be safe than sorry." She was also testing to see how much room she had under the beam near his leg. "If I lift this, and it's cut through your leg, the pressure may be what's kept you alive. Pressure's gone, you're dead. I know, I know. You said you can move your toes." She had been listening, but she'd also heard some interesting stories about war wounds/injuries in her time.