Samuel Bryant
Listening to the two women as they conversed, Sam knelt down to get a better view of the bloody finger. The blood was beginning to dry up and it was too hard to tell where the cut stopped and where the decent flesh still was. It was also a bit obvious that the yanking action that removed the ring did a little more harm than good. Sam didn't need a doctor to know that much. Years inspecting different meats and various other foods taught him a little bit in terms of what to look for. Not to mention dealing with accident-prone teenage siblings as well...
Pulling out one of his only t-shirts he had boiled only a day ago, it was the only thing he was sure would be clean enough, he tore off two decent strips of the black material and poured the clean water onto it a bit. Dabbing it onto the blood-soaked finger, he began to see the extent of the damage and was relieved to see it looked worse than it really was. He pulled out the small needle he used to mend tears in his clothes and his tiny pack of matches. Two left... he thought. And now one... He struck the match and ran it over the needle, unable to do anything else without any alcohol. Hopefully it would be good enough. Using the t-shirt strip, he cleaned the finger as much as possible and folded the skin back in place before pushing the needle into the woman's skin.
Pausing, he looked up to watch her face as the needle slid through, pulling the string behind. Sam's brow furrowed at the absent Ow! that should have followed. Jesus...she must be tough as nails... Working semi-quickly, Sam closed everything up as best he could, imagining it was a piece of his sister's old clothing and not a person's finger. Happy with his handiwork, he wrapped the stitch with the remaining t-shirt strip and tied the ends. "Done," he said aloud. "That should do for now. Might want to find some antibiotics or whatever here soon though."
He stood and brushed himself off before stashing away his stuff back in his pack and leaning it against the wall. Crossing his arms and leaning against the wall himself, Sam addressed the others. "I just recently came back to the city. Was running out of supplies at a place I was shacked up in for a while. Was in the warehouse enjoying supper when I saw her I'm guessing," he nodded his head to the girl a bit away who had yet to join the conversation. "I guess it takes a little time to warm up to me. Sunshine here wanted to shoot me when I walked through those doors." Sam inclined his head at Kenleigh and grinned. The girl seemed to be quite interested in weapons, and Sam wouldn't put it past her to still contemplate shooting him. But please don't...