"Jesus FUCKING Christ!" Levi exclaimed, basically drenched in head-fluids and grey matter. He... didn't actually expect to pull that off so flawlessly. More stab wounds and less unharmed head detonations. But he wasn't gonna argue with the obviously positive results! Grabbing the edge of the explosively beheaded clothes, Levi went to tear off a loose piece and wipe the face off his face. "...Pretty damn gross though..." he muttered, tossing aside the damp rag and pulling himself off the ground. There was still body on his Vault Armor, but he figured it would be fine even if he didn't clean it. Made him look more 'rugged' and 'intimidating'.

It was then, guided by the sound of anguish, he remembered Sarah was still there. Minus one eye, unfortunately. "...Yeah... Of course I'm alive! Who the hell do you think I am?" Levi declared, doing his best to make the situation even just a little less bleak than it was. He gave a forced, yet somewhat 'real' sounding laugh. He caught a sight of David making his way out of the interrogation room. "Hey wai-" he cut himself off as David escaped view after leaving Sarah with her supplies.

Fortunately for David, Levi trusted him enough not to go rat them out. After all, his actions spoke wonders of his true allegiances. Though it didn't take too long for Levi to figure out why the older male had decided to leave for now. Sarah hated...ish... him before, and after she got her eye nabbed by the guys he vouched for? There was definitely going to be some shots fired. 

And not metaphorically.

After cutting Sarah loose, Levi looked down at the bandages and the turned to Sarah. Then back to the bandages and back to Sarah, and so on. ...Was he supposed to be the one to put these on? "...It's just bandages, I can't screw this up," he reassured himself before kneeling down, taking the tools in hand, and saying to his partner, "Well. I'm no doctor, but lemme try somethin' for you." 
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The young Vault Dweller tried his best, he really did! But for some reason, Sarah looked a bit like a mummy. Or at least, half a mummy. Levi wasn't dumb enough to cover the bottom part of her head, just not educated enough to give her a kind-of-not-really blindfold. "Okay, let's try that again..."
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"...Good enough." Levi muttered. Finally, after multiple trials and errors, he finally settled upon something that [i]looked[/i] right, if those holotapes were to be trusted. "...You good?" he asked Sarah, "because we gotta get the fuck out 'n' all." He put his hand to his chin, "Probably can't go out in a blaze of bullets, what with you being, ah, Patchy the Pirate, but I figure we can sneak out and get back to the Rangers!" Levi glanced at the door, wondering if David would arrive any time soon. He'd have to break the news to Sarah eventually.