Lillah blinked as he tore his shirt and watched as he bound his arm. Then she winced, but gritted her teeth to keep from squeaking or something lame like that as he used the rest on her leg. He seemed to know what he was doing well enough. Between the way he carried her and the way he carried himself--always alert with straight shoulders... "Sniper School," she repeated, nodding a bit. "That'd make sense." 

She drew in a breath before slowly getting up and hesitantly putting weight on her injured leg only to immediately stop. She sighed in frustration and tried again, and managed to stand there, shifting her weight. "I should be fine," she said, limping a few painful steps. "It'll get better the more I use it...And thanks." She looked to him, nodding a bit; she wasn't the most expressive of people, but she made a point to try to express her gratitude when she meant it.