Kim glared at Arin as if it were his fault he had been stabbed. She grimaced at his wound then looked hesitantly at the Irishman. She didn't want Arin to die of blood loss, not when she quite possibly needed him for escape. Kim reached over and clamped a surprisingly strong hand over the bleeding wound. 

"Eat?" She echoed incredulously, looking horrified at the pile of meat. She then looked at their drinks. Her stomach turned a bit as she noticed the differences. "Is that blood?"