[At least Sawyer isn't the sort to blame the gun. The gun that she, abruptly dropped on the floor because clearly she should not be allowed to carry one of those things around.]

Um... yeah? I mean it's just a - [Her eyes widen as she moves to crouch in front of him, staring at the blood that spreads across his shirt sleeve.] A little, blood?

[She sounds the least convincing right now.]

I - okay. [Trying to keep calm.] Why don't you just... talk to me and I'll... I'm going to try and... stop this bleeding. [She's going to rummage through her bag and try and find something she can use to do... something? Anything? First aid is not her forte and it's really obvious.] Should I get the bullet out first?