"Stop talking. That's an order, Major." Not that she really expects that to work, but it's all she's got. And since he has let her go, she'll take advantage of it and all but scamper around the room, grabbing the pouch, her suit jacket from the back of her desk chair and her glass of half filled water before returning to his side.

"I need to remove the knife," she explains, wrapping her jacket around the base of it and then pushing her hair out of her face as best as she can with her arm as her hands are kind of... covered in his blood. "It's probably going to hurt. A lot. And you're going to black out for a few minutes, but you are going to be all right."