...Fuck. Think on your feet, Malin, think on your feet. She used to be good at this.

Back when she regularly dealt with people. Dodging situations. Talking her way out of pesky questions. "Internal bleeding. He needs to be taken to a hospital, but I doubt that he will make it." Maybe she can pretend to carry him somewhere - even if he dies, fresh bodies still hold good blood. It's just awkward.

And then she looks up and... double curses. Isn't that the guy whom she met directly after waking up a few nights back?