Jin started to breathe rapidly. She'd been shot! That's what she got for being nosy. And the guy had the nerve to be pissed off at her. "I was... I was trying to help you... asshole.." Being shot didn't hurt as much as she thought it would. There was burning in her arm (and a neat hole in her old sweatshirt) and her stomach hurt, but it didn't feel like she was dying.

Wasn't that something, though? She'd been through hell and lived, but now she actually was going to die and didn't feel as bad.

"Tch. T-thought... you were in trouble... Men dress like that around here and... they mess shit up. Leave the rest of us to... nngh... clean up like the damn maid." She touched her stomach where it hurt, and came back with bloodied fingers. Deep red blood, like paint, except it was warm, and...

She dropped into a different state, then. She wasn't unconscious, though she wouldn't remember much of things later. But the sharp eyed teen was gone, her dark eyes going from world weary, to wide and frightened. 

"Oww..." Her voice was pitched high and sweet, nothing like the sharp tone ten seconds ago. "My tummy hurts. Help..." She looked up at the only adult that wasn't asleep. "C-can you help me, mister? I... I don't feel good." Now she seemed to be losing a bit of color in her face.

"My daddy's a please officer. He says... he says I should ask for help if I get in trouble..." She tipped her head slightly, questioning him. "...you don't look like one, but you got a gun so... help?"