Yvette frowned and looked back to Jon when he said sorry, trying to crane her neck to see what he was doing but without lifting her back off the ground. [b]"Wait, what are you doing again?"[/b] she asked. Her eyes barely caught a glimpse of him starting to stitch her up and she groaned, closing her eyes and looking away. [b]"This sucks, British man,"[/b] she said, putting a hand to her forehead. When he apologized softly again, she nodded, peeking one eye open to see the wound just wrapped in gauze now. There was a pressure at the spot, but it didn't hurt so bad. [b]"I need new pants,"[/b] she said matter of factly, noticing where the other guy, what was his name again? Mark, no Mike. Mike had ripped them. And with that she settled down and closed her eyes again, seemingly content.