[center][h3][color=f26522]Acacia 'Ace' Malikova[/color][/h3][/center]

As she finished cleaning up the ruined rags and bowl she'd glance over towards Ryan, ears focused on him as she listened to each word he spoke, thanking her for helping him out and then mentioning he'd do anything to make up for it all. Shaking her head she'd only smile further, "[color=f26522]You don't owe me anything, I wasn't just going to let you continue bleeding,[/color]" she'd offer softly, the Russian accent still clinging to her every word. 

As he went on saying he owed her three favors she'd prepare to move towards him while about to talk and feeling that sharp reminder of pain through her ankle decided to just lean upon the bench by the fridge instead, as he moved on to mentioning her injury she'd nod slightly. "[color=f26522]Actually, I may need to clean it up a bit,[/color]" she'd say moving to sit on the benches surface whilst pulling her injured leg up and then rolling the pant leg up to about mid-calf. 

The punctures were slowly crusted over with dry blood, though some sections still oozed which had resulted in a small part of her pant cuff getting stained, [i][color=f26522]I honestly don't think I  can complain at this point, everything seems to be doomed to be red it'd seem.[/color][/i] She wouldn't admit that she was a neat freak, considering the small cabin may have looked abandoned it was still kept in an orderly fashion and stained clothes were something that ticked her off a bit and usually ended up in the bin aftwards.