Takiko stopped sorting through her medical supplies when he turned his eyes on her again. He introduced himself and surprised her with evaluating his own injury so confidently. She tried not to give anything away when he inquired again, whether she had Medical training. She was hesitant to tell him that most of what she knew was theoretical, there was noone else her who could take care of that wound, which she had yet to see for herself, and she wasn't about to tell him that her experience with stitches was limited to having been taught a little on a banana, during her internship at the hospital. And she was still sure the guy had only wanted to get her into bed with him. 

"Takiko, I can't remember how I got here." James stated and she scowled, a concussion could mess with the memory, but she was sure not to that degree. "Here as in Chicago or here as in this basement?" she asked, unsure what she sould do if it was amnesia. She got up and walked around him to get a look at the wound. She swallowed, grabbing the torchlight to get a better look. As expected of a headwound, there was plenty of blood around. The wound was a large, but swallow scrap along his skull, part of his sking barely hanging on from a thin band of flesh. Good that she wasn't squeamish when it came to that sort of thing. She cleared her throat. "You should lie down. I don't have any painkillers and I'll have to thuroughly clean the wound first to avoid inflammation. Together with the stitches... I think sooner or later it will knock you out, to be honest." she told him, hoping he wasn't the kind of proud I-can-endure-anything type. She stepped back around him, balling her jacket and holding it out to him. "You can use it was a pillow." she suggested.

Then she proceeded to disinfect the needle she usually used to patch up her clothes and, lacking in anything better, did the same to the yarn she had as well. She would do it again after having cleaned the wound, just to be sure. It would have to do. She just hoped they could avoid inflammation. Getting medicine wasn't that easy anymore. Takiko glanced at James and something came to mind. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" she asked him, her eyes searching for traces of a bite-wound on his body.