"Let me see..." Shor'Gen muttered, leaning his head closer to the injury. Perhaps his initial observation of her shoulder wound was fuzzy because of the background noise, but looking at it now, in the relative silence of the operating room, Shor'Gen could see that the round was still in her shoulder, and had left some fragments behind inside the muscles. "It's good that you didn't try to move your arm. The bullet itself is still in there, and it's left behind shards, one of them is in your shoulder blade. Unfortunately, to move you to a lying down position would cause more damage." Shor'Gen explained, one of the tendrils coming out of his head extending itself a bit to probe at the edges of her wound.

He stood still, thinking, before coming to a conclusion. "Would you like something to bite down on?"