The bloodied woman blinked and looked away from her drinks and at Vyn, the woman who called her lass. She squinted at the bizarre process Vyn went through to prepare the pistol. She wasn't sure exactly what it did, but it looked like a spray bottle.

"Uh, t-thanks. I guess." She said quietly, accepting the gun. Hopefully this wasn't poison. "Here goes nothing." She'd never seen anything like this before. 

The woman removed her hoodie and let it fall to the floor, letting her messy, wet, brown hair fall fully loose. Lifting up her red and reddened shirt, she looked down at the revealed wound cut into her pale flesh. Messy and round, it looked like someone had shot her. She had done a lot of bleeding recently. She applied the healing spray with her free hand. Her wince quickly turned into one of being impressed and surprised as the wound sealed with white, cleansing foam. No more bleeding. Just a smooth, semi-bubbly foam.

The pain was gone, and she handed the device back, letting her shirt fall back down. "Wow...thanks." She blinked, looking a little numb. "I mean...I could have deserved the hit, as far as you know." She said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. She shoved the menu around with her index finger and glanced over her should at the woman with the robotic leg. Overall she was still sketchy, but she seemed much more 'present' than before thanks to the medicine.