"It has its moments," Zelda agrees, blue eyes flicking across the young man's features. Another face to memorize, clearly; she will have to be more conscientious of her fellow passengers over the next few days.

She holds out her hand. "Of course. If you could extend your arm?"

Her brow furrows a bit as she examines the wound. Yes, it's a nasty bite, and saliva is never a good sign when it gets into wounds.

"This will sting a bit," she warns, and casts again before he can flinch.