His face, and the mention of the bar fight in Miami not an hour ago. He hadn’t looked like he was in immediate need of medical attention, but better to check. Shock and the cold might have made it less noticeable to him.

“Ooh, yeah. Ending up here isn’t a good way to end a night.”

Zoey shakes her head. “Less busy than you might think, fortunately.” Except in regards to herself, anyway. It had come in handy when she’d fallen through the floor of that burned out husk of a house. (Not that she’d thought it was done burning at the time.) She tends to keep her injuries to herself if at all possible, so she hasn’t had the need to call on anyone with more medical knowledge. “There’s at least one or two far more medically inclined soul among our number.”

She can keep people from immediately dying (even more so with her newly built in ability to cauterise wounds, probably), and she’s aces at patching up injuries. Less complicated things. Plus more historical medical practices. Honey’s antibacterial properties, what medicinal properties different plants have. That sort of thing.

But more complicated things? That’s a very hard NO.