( Monica nods, curtly. After Gilbert leaves, she checks the man's vitals again, and then cuffs his hands. She doesn't expect much from him, but also doesn't want to take her chances. From there, she wanders into the kitchen, strips off her jacket and vest, and sees to her own injuries. She's wrapping a bandage, tightly around her temples and the base of her neck, if Gilbert cares to come back, arms and stomach now bare. )
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