Marcus has no way of knowing the extent of her injuries. She could be dying for all he knows. His heart quickens within his metal chest as he considers whether to take her to the hospital or...but then her eyes open.
"Hi," she says shyly. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Then she looks down at herself. "Oh. I'm...sorry?" She looks at you for reassurance that she's using the right word. "I kicked you. I'm...I'm...my name is..." She starts crying black oil again, dripping down and staining her tattered shirt. "...I don't..."
Then his phone rings. It's the Summer Sovereign, returning his call...http://nwod.org/forum/showthread.php?p=25253#post25253