Waiting for Arabella to get a room, Harper continued to wait by her jeep, trying to stop herself from showing her pain on her face just in case some by stander came by and noticed. She didn't want any unnecessary attention coming her way after the evening she has had. So as she waited, she people watched as they passed on the street ahead until her phone buzzed with a text message from Bobby Singer. Pulling her phone out of her pocket with a wince, she opened the message and read it, [i]'you alive? -B'[/i] it simply read which made Harper smirk in reaction. She typed out a short reply as she saw Arabella exiting the reception building. 

[i]'I'm alive, coulda told me there was another on the same job though. But we're both alive, job done'[/i] was the message before she put her phone away once again and looked up at Arabella as she got closer to her. Noticing the signs of a hunter's tricks to disguise certain objects, she knew the toiletry bag was also a first aid kit. She chuckled lightly at the woman's comments about the reception staff member, "Doesn't surprise me. He gives off that vibe of expecting favours for giving rooms to women" she replied. As Arabella finished up with getting what she needed and putting other things away in her bike, she grabbed her bags off the jeep with a small grunt. "I can feel this glass shard shifting deeper, so if it's all good with you I'd rather get patched up first then I can focus on the wood that in you" she explained. 

Pushing herself off her jeep, she pulled out her room key from her jacket pocket and began to walk to her room door, where she put the key in the lock, turned it and opened the door, stepping inside before offering Arabella to come inside after her. Once Arabella would make it inside, she closed the door behind them both and dumped her bags on the bed where she perched herself down, carefully wriggling herself out of her jacket and yet again wrinkling her nose in irritation at the ripped shirt. "This is gonna suck so bad" she muttered, deciding to carefully pull the fabric off the glass shard so she could lift her shirt up to make things easier for Arabella to help her out with the actual wound. Normally she would have just pulled the shard out first, but this time she felt like doing things the opposite way might be a bit better for first impressions. 

She did feel like she could trust Arabella, the woman certainly gave off trust worthy vibes compared to a lot of hunters she had come across in her time. Lifting her shirt up she looked down at the injury and sighed, reaching out with her other hand she unzipped her duffel bag and pulled out a bottle of vodka from it. Using her teeth to unscrew the cap, she tipped the alcohol over her injury to sterilize it and winced sharply at the contact. "son of a bitch!" she cursed through gritted teeth before quickly taking a normal swig of the alcohol to try and numb her mind as well as her body. "Okay...lets get this done I decide to just knock myself out and pretend this isn't in my side" she told Arabella, glancing back up at her, clearly in pain but there was still that glimmer of sass in her eyes.