"Yeah, you know, if you could avoid injury in the future, that'd be really cool of you," she says with a laugh, because she isn't sure she can deal with another car accident or any other random injury that sends him to the hospital. When he rests his head against her shoulder, she reaches up, running her fingers through his hair, making it stick up more in the back and she can't stop noticing just how much she likes being close to him, not even doing anything, just sitting with him. Or on him in this case. She notices his shifting and thinks she should probably get off him before she makes his leg any worse, but then he's kissing her again and it's sort of hard to think about much of anything when he does that.

"Oh, them?" she asks, tipping her head to the side as she grins at him. "Yeah, I already told them to get lost. Turns out they were here for you all along. They were pretty disappointed, you're right about that." There isn't any line of guys waiting for her. She's pretty sure there's not even one guy waiting for her, except maybe the creep who keeps offering to sell her weed for cheap if she shows him her tits, but that's been going on since she got here and she's never once taken him up on it. The only guy she's even come close to doing anything with is Harley and she knows for a fact that he sure as hell isn't waiting for that to happen again.

"It's just you," she tells him, then shifts on his lap. "Is your leg okay? Should I get you some drugs?"