"To get sympath---" She cut herself off when she actually saw what was wrong. That was real blood, and his actions weren't faked, from what she could see. Looking at them, her mind flashed back to when she had been held captive by Larxene...the wounds looked like they could have been made by the knives she had seen the other woman use...on Greg.

"I help you get those cleaned up, at least." She said, turning slightly to walk towards the room, but not enough that she could see him and watch his movements, in case he decided to attack her.