"I might."
The answer came so easily that Bai momentarily forgot what she had been
about to say. Yan noticed her pause. A small smile appeared at the
corner of her mouth, and she lowered her gaze to the blood on Bai's
sleeve instead. "You have something on you."
"Not mine."
"I know. Hold still anyway." Yan took a clean cloth from her pocket and
wiped a narrow streak of dark fluid from Bai's wrist. Her touch was
light and practical, but Bai found herself watching Yan's face instead
of the cloth. Yan was close enough that Bai could see the small lines of
concentration at the corner of her eyes. It seemed ridiculous to be
distracted by something so ordinary after fighting a mutant that could
have torn the lobby apart. It seemed even more ridiculous that she
wanted Yan to keep holding her wrist for a few seconds longer.
"There," Yan said, letting go. "Now you look less like you crawled out
of a drain."
"Is that your way of saying I looked bad?"
