[ He isn't familiar with guns, but he has some experience of how small projectiles can become deadly with the right force behind them; he can imagine it well enough, seeing her bandages. ]
... Alright. I'll take your word for it.
[ Binghe's eyes linger on the injuries. He looks like he's trying to come to a decision. ]
no subject
... Alright. I'll take your word for it.
[ Binghe's eyes linger on the injuries. He looks like he's trying to come to a decision. ]
Do you—
[ He folds his arms and looks away. ]
Do you want me to get you something to eat.