The injured one's response had confirmed his initial suspicions. He was about to ask more questions when he heard loud footsteps, heavy breathing, and something being dropped to the floor. Bourne turned towards the intruder, a half-naked teenage girl wielding some sort of stick and looking very angry.

It would be almost comical if it wasn't so depressing. He could have easily - easily! - gotten the stick from the girl and proceeded to incapacitate her, if he had felt threatened. Luckily for her, he had no desire to fight a child. Memories of that night aboard Wombosi's boat sprang unbidden to his mind, and he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to ward off a headache. He didn't need to have a fit, not right now. It probably wouldn't endear him to the injured one's caretaker.

Him. So the teenager propped up against the wall was a boy. "Relax," he said to the staff-wielding girl, but did as he was bidden, rising from his crouch and raising his hands. "He says a dog severed an artery. Do you have any medical supplies in that box?" Usually, he wouldn't be bothered with trying to help out, but if these two had escaped from the Institute as well, maybe they could help each other.