He's already pulling out his handkerchief, preparing to do so. They can make a kind of makeshift bandage, at least, until she gets it taken care of properly. It's not a bad wound -- he's seen a lot worse -- but still, a bullet wound is a bullet wound, and they usually sting like hell.
"And no, we don't have those here."
In the logic of his dream, it makes sense, somehow. She's from somewhere else; thus, she can bring things from wherever she's from into his own world. But this is New York, isn't it, where that kind of thing shouldn't be possible. He doesn't give it much thought, simply reaching out for her arm and indicating for her to pull her sleeve aside so he can bandage it.
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He's already pulling out his handkerchief, preparing to do so. They can make a kind of makeshift bandage, at least, until she gets it taken care of properly. It's not a bad wound -- he's seen a lot worse -- but still, a bullet wound is a bullet wound, and they usually sting like hell.
"And no, we don't have those here."
In the logic of his dream, it makes sense, somehow. She's from somewhere else; thus, she can bring things from wherever she's from into his own world. But this is New York, isn't it, where that kind of thing shouldn't be possible. He doesn't give it much thought, simply reaching out for her arm and indicating for her to pull her sleeve aside so he can bandage it.