[The scent of blood is sharp -- it throws her back in time, makes her stomach twist as she remembers her mother's body hitting the floor. She doesn't even have to completely fake the panic that grips her when she looks at the wound.]
Mr. Arronia -- you're hurt! We have to get somewhere safe...
[Does she have anything to use as a bandage, a tourniquet? Krista tears her gaze away from him, searching more actively for somewhere that's out of any line of fire.]
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Mr. Arronia -- you're hurt! We have to get somewhere safe...
[Does she have anything to use as a bandage, a tourniquet? Krista tears her gaze away from him, searching more actively for somewhere that's out of any line of fire.]