Something about the way the woman acted was a bit... strange, in Takasugi's opinion. Then again, they got all sorts of types in Death City. He shrugged it off and closed the distance between them, sitting down in front of her. The wound was in a rather awkward place - awkward, at least, for him.

He considered reaching out, then stopped himself. The least he could do is ask, right?

"You don't mind if I inspected it, would you? I could also leave the kit with you, but if you'd like me to do it..."