"I'm Jason," [i]He introduced himself simply and shortly with a slight nod. The Russian drew closer when it was clear Marvella wasn't objecting to getting her wounds patched up, which was enough of a sign for him to do what he needed to do so she... wouldn't die. His light footsteps rustled the grass while the click of his medkit opening was heard soon as well when he stood right next to the spider-lady -- or more in front of her, really. He started rummaging through the kit, fishing out a handful of needed supplies. Jason first started suturing and stitching the woman's wounds, the needle and thread kept perfectly clean and sterile. He very carefully and neatly did the wounds dabbing the blood away with an equally as clean towel whenever the flow got too much and interfered. Once the wounds were shut, Mervella would feel a painful string as alcohol-doused gauze was wrapped around them, preventing infections and such while also protecting the stitches. In short, the scary, edgy mercenary was a damned good medic.[/i]