"Yeah - gimme a sec." Saturday hisses and pokes at her side. Some blood is leaking out. "Dammit - don't suppose you got a painkiller or anything - "

She'd kept the spare cloth from turning her sleeves into grips. Now she uses them to bind the wound up as best she's able - not very well, but it keeps the blood inside, where it's supposed to be.

"Dangit, Maggie, the one time I get decently tagged and you're on the other side of the metaverse - fuck, ow."