“Just show me your wounds.”

She crossed her arms, looking at him with an "are you serious"-look. “Do you really think I run around with a first aid set somewhere?”

“Hm... that explains the smell. Show me your wounds and I will see what I can do for you.”

She tilted slightly her head to the right. “Why should I want to kill you? About the money, I'm not interested in it. And I don't have a gun either with me.”

“That's a lot of money.”

“And what brings you here John, John Wick?” She tried to suppress a smirk.

“And you are?”