[Amanda's ready the moment he says that, and in a blink the two of them go from standing on the street to standing in the master bedroom of one particular apartment in the run-down, abandoned complex. Amanda's immediate living space and work areas area sight better kept-up than the rest of the building, but devices and pieces of devices are sitting everywhere in an order and layout only someone involved with Jigsaw could find logical.]
Lemme get it.
[Her medical supplies are in a small trunk below the bed, which she retrieves, unlocks, and kicks in Noa's direction. Inside he'll find salve and bandages, among a wealth of other supplies--disinfectant, medical tape, pilfered antibiotic ampules, a suture kit--and some less-than-medical looking tools like razor blades, lighters, and a goddamn hunting knife.]
Help yourself. [She nods towards an empty upside-down crate off to one side that he can use as a chair, since all of her actual chairs are currently taken up by supplies and projects.]
no subject
Lemme get it.
[Her medical supplies are in a small trunk below the bed, which she retrieves, unlocks, and kicks in Noa's direction. Inside he'll find salve and bandages, among a wealth of other supplies--disinfectant, medical tape, pilfered antibiotic ampules, a suture kit--and some less-than-medical looking tools like razor blades, lighters, and a goddamn hunting knife.]
Help yourself. [She nods towards an empty upside-down crate off to one side that he can use as a chair, since all of her actual chairs are currently taken up by supplies and projects.]