[She would have found it on her own, but she's thankful for the directions all the same. She returns a few moments later, undoing the latch on the little box.

With a fond look at the dog, she takes a seat on Eames' foot stool, the kit open in her lap, along with some towels she'd grabbed from the bathroom itself.]

Alright, let's get you all healed up, then.

[Which means, it's time to stop the bleeding. She hands him a towel.] Hold that on the cut, lots of pressure. Can't heal you if you're still bleeding. [She's going to use this time to get a small bowl of water for cleaning purposes back from the kitchen. She knows exactly what she's doing.

And don't worry about the towels, Eames. She can get the blood out.]