"It would be my honor to aid you, warrior maiden." 

Rupert sighed. It had not been his voice, but it had come out of his mouth. He was not necessarily going to leave her to her fate, but having the knight answer without granting him time to think was not his idea of agency, and it only made him wish to abandon her all the more. Still, one look at her and he knew his efforts killing the men of the Precinct would be for naught. 

"Very well," he acquiesced, but the Winter Knight had already passed out. 

[i]Hours later...[/i] 

The rhythm of the wheels juttering over the tracks above shook the meager wood and too-thin stone. Water dripped ubiquitously across the breadth of the hideout, dropping into half filled buckets from the recent rain. Rupert opened the wound gently, carefully sliding the oversized medical tweezers (his own name for them) to grip the bullet gently. Once the hold was firm, he pulled it out. Kelly Asher must have been fading in and out of consciousness. She moaned woefully, but was as silent as a corpse after that. Rupert had to double check and confirm she was still breathing.   

He stemmed the flow of blood and sutured her up, before wrapping her wound in clean cloth. Rupert was not a doctor, but he had experience with gunshot wounds and could perform minor magics. He set a dwemor upon her, which would dispel any minor curses or negative effects a bullet might be enchanted with. With that, he carefully picked her up and laid her on a cot, her trousers staying on throughout the small procedure. Afterwards, he went and heated up some ramen and sausages on a pan over a fire in the corner. After he ate a bit, he would check on her again. 

Then he would want answers. 
[@Penny]