[she was still feeling her way through this town, but fortunately there weren't a lot of places for her to actually go. but it was also easy to disrupt her train of thought right now, too; she found herself stopping in her tracks and looking over her shoulder.]

Did you see any rust on that thing? Or a foaming mouth? You're probably not infected with anything except blood loss. Hell, it had a better chance of getting an infection from you the way it was making out with your whole body.

[screw it. she'd figure this out herself; time to salvage again. she hadn't had to put somebody up in a makeshift bandage as far as she knew, but the principles lived just fine inside her head, and the tablecloth was a good start. still, it looked like it wasn't scabbing the way these things normally did, so she knew what she would need.]

Let me make you a tourniquet and then we can go. Is the prosthetic arm supposed to be a part of everything or is that new for you? [she spoke while she found something sturdy to tear into strips, and she walked right into this person's business to prepare to actually do the wrap.] Please don't complain if this hurts. It's meant to, probably.