[Offering help and apparently in earnest, although the exchange has been... a bit awkward. If she didn't already have the impression no-one here had heard what they were expecting to, that question would've cemented some suspicion.]

I'm meaning to try to? I can show you the way to the hospital, but that's about all I can do, since I don't know anything about patching up someone without skin.

[She shrugs again---this time, apologetically---before crossing her arms and looking down long enough to smooth the upturned edge of a shirt sleeve. A far cry from MECH's standard-issue armour, the shirt is just a simple tee; the cuffs can't quite come to and can't quite conceal the bars inked onto each arm.]