No, it's really just the policeman bit. Any officer worth his salt knows basic first-aid.
[ It does look like she's just humouring him. Like this is just all one great joke to her -- the random fights, the violence, showing up in public places as though it's proving a point. It's not unusual around here either; here on the border of the Shuten Clan, people around here make a point of getting into fights as a point of pride, and generally, Kim leaves them to their own devices. Just knowing somebody's name makes all the difference, however, as does knowing their mental state; nobody in as bad a state as he's seen Andy in is getting into fights just because they're a brawler. It's the same sort of self-destructive inclination he's seen a million times, from people who think it's not hurting themselves as long as they goad someone else to do it for them.
Nonetheless, a well-aimed punch from some angry drunk beats the hell out of a gun pressed to her forehead, so Kim takes it in stride as he digs through his first-aid box. ]
I'm afraid you'll find my bedside manner lacking, but nobody comes into 7/11 for the ambience. [ First, he grabs a container of painkillers from underneath the counter (kept for the employees' chronic headaches from the flickering, fluorecent lights) and slides a couple over to her. Then, he cracks open the first-aid kit and yanks off his gloves, taking the first one off with one hand, and yanking the other one off by the buckle with his teeth, so as not to get his hands any dirtier than necessary. Underneath, his nails are clipped down to the nub, fingers poking slightly above them. He douses a cloth inside with antiseptic. ] So. The fight.
[ She can regale him while he terrorizes her with antiseptic. It's only fair. ]
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[ It does look like she's just humouring him. Like this is just all one great joke to her -- the random fights, the violence, showing up in public places as though it's proving a point. It's not unusual around here either; here on the border of the Shuten Clan, people around here make a point of getting into fights as a point of pride, and generally, Kim leaves them to their own devices. Just knowing somebody's name makes all the difference, however, as does knowing their mental state; nobody in as bad a state as he's seen Andy in is getting into fights just because they're a brawler. It's the same sort of self-destructive inclination he's seen a million times, from people who think it's not hurting themselves as long as they goad someone else to do it for them.
Nonetheless, a well-aimed punch from some angry drunk beats the hell out of a gun pressed to her forehead, so Kim takes it in stride as he digs through his first-aid box. ]
I'm afraid you'll find my bedside manner lacking, but nobody comes into 7/11 for the ambience. [ First, he grabs a container of painkillers from underneath the counter (kept for the employees' chronic headaches from the flickering, fluorecent lights) and slides a couple over to her. Then, he cracks open the first-aid kit and yanks off his gloves, taking the first one off with one hand, and yanking the other one off by the buckle with his teeth, so as not to get his hands any dirtier than necessary. Underneath, his nails are clipped down to the nub, fingers poking slightly above them. He douses a cloth inside with antiseptic. ] So. The fight.
[ She can regale him while he terrorizes her with antiseptic. It's only fair. ]