Kim is silent for a beat, eyes locked on his. What to do next cycles through her mind, rapid-fire–– no, she knows. First order of business is taking care of him, and the rest will come as it comes. That eases her expression a little.

"Jimmy," she says. It's tender, and she lets his face go, but only barely. "I've got some cash, they've got to have something similar at the convenience store." Do they get a lot of sun in Hell? "Let's get you patched up first."