"Okay, okay, I'm going!" And just like that, she turns tail and speeds off, snacks in hand, around the corner and out of sight. This dude seems like kind of a badass, so wasting time is probably not a great idea.

It takes a minute for her to get back with the first-aid kit, since her room's a few floors up and she does not trust those goddamn elevators. Still, she does show up, supplies in one hand, a bag of barbecue chips in the other.

"Here ya go! Fresh mediciney goodness." She tosses the kit to him underhand, then tears the bag open and starts munching down. "Sorry I can't fix you up, but I get all weird around needles and stuff."