Jake watches as she gathers what he'll need. Frowning, not sure what to say about what she is gathering up. And then the items are there in front of him, and she is lifting her shirt and...

"Oh. Holy shit," he mutters, eyes going wide. "Whoa. I mean... Wow." He winces. "Okay, so not wow because you're hurt, and I'm going to take care of it," he assures her, moving to pull a chair up closer to her, settling in and looking over the wound, his brain trying to process the things he's heard of about sentient robots, AI, and cyborgs.

"How much pain do you feel, and is there a way to disconnect those censors while I'm doing this so I won't cause you too much pain?"

For the absolute dork that he usually is, he is suddenly very intense and serious. He might be a bit crazy but he's a good and serious man.