[She's back in a little while with the water, making a face at the gross old bandages, the blood already oxidizing to brown.]

Alright, hopefully the bleeding's stopped... [She rolls up her sleeves, her antler tattoo on her wrist visible, the delicate little heart, matching the one on her ribs. It's probably the closest Eames has been able to look at her in some time, as she leans over him to take a look beyond the towels at his chest.]

Looks like it's slowing. Alright, so here's what we're going to do: I'm gonna start cleaning it, and when fresh blood show up, I'd like you to dab it up. Then, you're going to drink this: [She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial she'd taken from her purse earlier. Blood replenisher. Never go anywhere without one.]