"I can see that," she agreed blandly, and didn't point out any number of ways he could improve his odds of actually stopping a mugging. She wasn't supposed to know any of that.

Fortunately for him, she had purchased her own EMT-level first aid kit. It had been expensive, but she had decided it would pay for itself in a place where glasses and plates got dropped, knives got fumbled, and apparently, geniuses came for patching up.

"Yeah, probably would have wanted you to fill out paperwork, and next thing you know you're in the news for something other than whatever you're going to change the world with next," she agreed as she put on a pair of gloves and got out an alcohol wipe. She needed to clean and assess the wound before she decided how to treat it.

"Probably don't need to tell you this is going to sting."