Ghost sighs, reflecting on his ability to find friends with so little sense of self-preservation. Perhaps it says something about his taste.

"Isn't there anyone else around to help?" Bryn asks, cleaning the last of his cuts. "I understand if there's no authority here you've got to do something... but it doesn't seem fair that you have to get hurt all the time."

The store owner winces as he hands her the first aid box, alcohol wipes and band-aids and all. Bryn doesn't notice: she's plotting to ask Ghost if they can return and help. Or at least ask someone with authority to do so.