"Oh, like hell." He released her, a little unwillingly, but kept a hand on her shoulder as he glanced down at her leg again. "Kid, I almost kneecapped you. You know wh - "

He quickly shut down that line of thought, old memories of his days in Chicago mixing with his mirror counterpart's considerably longer run. She looked alright right now, but he was still running on panic; he hadn't even really noticed that his own wounds didn't hurt anymore. Harvey stood, moving back over towards the bed. "C'mon, sit down."