"Oh, who me?" Naomi faked with an innocent voice, "It couldn't possibly be me of all people, why, I have no clue what you mean by that!" It was refreshing to meet another person who had at least some sort of sense of humor. Especially in a world like this, you needed cheering up every now and again. From people who at least knew how to laugh. Speaking of which, she didn't know the last time she had a good laugh. A while, probably, perhaps on the scale of a few years or so? After all she hadn't met many decent people since she had left home, perhaps a few here or there. But, all in all they all seemed to be the type she had been taught to avoid, the type that had been hardened against the world and were willing to do anything to survive. Nowadays that was practically anyone, it was hard to find people with a personality.

Naomi glanced at him with a slight frown, her brows coming together in worry. "Hey, you sure you just need bandaging? Something like that may even need some stitches." she remarked, eyes glancing down to his side, and particularly the red stain that seemed to slowly become bigger. Maybe she was overreacting, or perhaps it was a fear of infection. Nasty thing, that was. She personally had experienced it a while back, and it was most definitely not one of her most defining moments. And damn had it hurt, too. Not wanting to think about such a thing anymore, she instead focused her attention on him again. "Well, newer than you, probably. I've been in this type of business for... Four, five years now? It's been hard to keep track, s'not exactly the first thing on my mind right now, if ya get what I mean," she shrugged, "How about you, seems like you've been around for a while no- Er, I'm not saying you're old! I just... Um, I mean you seem more experienced than me!" Naomi blushed in embarrassment, what else where you to do when you unintentionally called someone old?

Turning her attention away from the conversation for a brief moment, she looked ahead to the half standing shack a few yards in front of them. It didn't seem too unstable, and it would be enough if only for a short rest or so. Once they had arrived, she immediately dug around again for her roll of bandages. "Here, um, just sit and let me get you bandaged up, alright?" she said, slowly unraveling the roll. Ugh, she wished she had better equipment. Traditionally, you were supposed to have cotton pads to soak up the blood, then bandages to hold it together. But, with such a situation, she didn't have much of a choice. Just hope that the bandages would be able to soak up the blood properly and stop the bleeding.