Slowly, Takiko lowered the knife as the guy talked. He seemed to be a few years younger than her, with short brown hair and not much taller than herself. His built was probably the opposite of the muscular James' lying behind her. It seemed the conditions they had been living in had had much the same effect on his body as it had on her own. Unusually thin, but she was at least well trained. He -Ryan, she corrected herself- Ryan, seemed anything but dangerous. Or at least not someone she wouldn't be able to handle if he did turn out to be dangerous. She sighed and put the knife back in its sheath in her boot, lifting her knee for that motion, but never letting him out of sight. She wondered, for a second, when she had grown into such a suspiscious person. 

"Takiko." she answered his question, then remembered the rest of what he'd said. "You're right, I could use some help. But I need to stitch him back together first, you could hold the flashlight for now." She paused, then added. "You're alright with blood?" Just to make sure. He already looked like he wasn't too strong, so getting James, literally dead weight at the moment, upstairs would be quite the chore. If Ryan ended up queasy and sick from the sight of some blood, they wouldn't be able to get James anywhere.

She glanced back at her patient, still ou cold. For one part it relieved her, since she wasn't finished with him yet, for the other she was growing worried that his head might've taken a hit it couldn't take. WIth one last glance at the newcomer, she turned back around, her hands going to James's throat again, fingers searching for his pulse, then staying there. She concentrated, making sure he was at least rbeathing normally. With a satisfied nod, she sad up again and looked back at Ryan. "Sorry, No time for good manners, I need to close that wound. That one lying over there is already too risky. I'm trying to avoid infection or inflammation." she explained, for the latter gesturing towards the creature lying in the corner.