He circles around behind her to get a closer look. Her hair is matted more heavily in a specific spot, half-dried blood tangling thick stands. He fingers the mass aside. The patch of skin beneath is cut up. Bit of debris pepper her scalp. With as far as she rolled on the asphalt, it's a wonder it isn't worse.

"Bleeding's already slowing down. Doesn't look like it needs any stitches." It goes without saying that it'll need to be cleaned. Just like everything else. He checks the rest of her head while he's at it. Surprises suck. "I bet you have one hell of a headache."