She knows he blames himself, because he always blames himself. Never mind that the job is dangerous, that she chose it of her own free will, that the person who shot her is responsible, not him.

But this isn't the time for this argument.

She nods, and moves the hand from his leg so she can grip the mattress and not his thigh, so she's not giving him a tell as to how much it hurts.

Not that he won't be able to tell anyway.

"Go ahead."