She ties off the bandage, and finally looks up at his words, only to see-- fucking claws? She gasps a little at them, but does't look away.

"Holy shit," he murmurs. "You're like friggin' Angel Knives." Her breath is still a hushed whisper, but there's something like hope in it. "I- fuck, I never got your name last time. Shit, sorry. I'm Ellie."

Because if she doesn't get his name fast, she's gonna call him Angel Knives forever.