By this time he's peeling down the black undersuit to get to the bloodied spots that had been left on his chest—for the most part the armor had done it's job deflecting the bullets, but the spots where the bullets had hit had dented into his flesh. Someone appears, just as simple as that, faster than the blink of an eye, and he is startled as she slides down against the wall.

She appears hurt, but for all he knows she's dangerous, so he sets the bandages down on the pedestal and takes his pistol of the mag strip at his thigh. It's only a precaution. He keeps it gripped in one hand as he approaches.