It doesn't matter. I took care of it this time, he won't find me unless I go back home, and now I don't have a reason to do that.

[... At some point, she'll have to ask for clean bandages, these ones are gross, but. Not now. For the moment, she looks at him, not looking at her.]

I'm being serious. Don't get any dramatic ideas in your head, okay?

[Like comforting the idiotic woman who hadn't known any better, or picking the wrong kind of fight - hallmark movie stuff, where it all ends well and the credits roll.]