[She kneels down beside the other woman, glad she'd thought to bring the water and cloth. It is this she reaches for first, dabbing lightly at the blood she can see, to get a better idea of the wounds.]

I am glad you are able to speak, Vriska. I will do what I can, and then, if you are able to walk, I will help you to the clinic.

[She looks worse to Juliet's eye than Tybalt would coming home from a brawl with Benvolio and Mercutio.]

Speak with me, would you? Tell me what happened.