It was a good thing Takiko hadn't started stitching yet. Needle in hand she had been about to start when she heard a shuffling sound, followed by a quiet voice. "Umm...hello." a male voice said, making her jolt. She let go of the needle instantly and was up on her feet and turned, knife pulled out of her boot and in her hand, in a series of fast, fluent movements. Her heartbeat sped up, thumping into her throat as she stared at the guy that stood by the steps. She noticed she had already made several steps towards him as well, purely out of instinct. When she noticed he was positively human, she lowered the knife she had been pointing at his head. She didn't put it away though, still suspicious. 

"How long have you been here?" she asked him, eyes narrowed to slits. She hoped he was not one of those survivors that stole from others. She really couldn't use that kind of distraction right now, James was lying behind her, she had unconsciously shielded him from view. She had to hurry and stitch his wound back together. Who knew how long he'd been lying in this cold, wet basement before she'd found him? Takiko would have to get him somewhere war and dry, somehow.