Jennifer heard something, and peeked over the cover, both pistols raised, aiming straight at Sam. Quickly, she lowered her guns. Now that the fighting was over, announced by Fury himself, the adrenaline was dripping away and she moaned in pain. "I'm... Alright, I'm alright. The bullet went straight through." She says, gripping her arm. "Shit... Hud... Meds..." A section of her leg armour opened, revealing a small cylindrical container with a tiny pipe. She took the end of the pipe, inserted it into her arm (where the wound was) and thumbed a button next to the cylinder. She gasped in pain as her arm was pumped with a sealing foam, pushing her hand against Sam's chest to keep herself steady as the painful-but-helpful foam was pumped into her. Once it was done, she looked up at Sam, and she hugged him. The meds had made her very hyper and happy in order to take her mind off of the pain. "It's okay, Sammy boy, it's okay." She giggles.