[If he wasn't hurting from the gash itself, some stitches would be nothing to fear. She pulls him over to some debris where they can sit, and she fishes in her satchel for her needle and thread.]

There was a war. Women weren't allowed into combat roles, and I think I'd make an awful mechanic or driver. Nursing seemed right. [And it was. She glances at his face.] And you? Not a nurse, but...?