OOC here!
Jensen decided that ignoring the muttering of Russian words was probably the best thing to do if he didn't want to completely snap at the girl. He wasn't stupid in assuming the words were insults. He gave them, and he could take them. They were just words, they didn't hurt him in any way. If insults hurt him, he would be ashamed to call himself a drinker, and Irishman and a man all at the same time. He could handle pretty much anything he'd come across. He'd had his ass handed to him a good few times in the past, but he didn't sulk over it.
The man was starting to rummage through drawers and cupboards in the kitchen looking for something he could give her to wrap her hand with. He had opened and slammed a few before he found an drawer with a long piece of fabric which he assumed used to be a drape. It would work. He tore it into smaller strips and turned to face her, orange eyes unimpressed as they watched her. He didn;t ask permission because he simply didn't feel like waiting for an answer. "Here." He muttered it quietly as he used her wrist to bring her hand closer. He started in the middle of the strip, bringing both ends in opposite directions until they met to tie. He tied it tight enough to both stay on and add enough pressure to the wound. "Now stop whining, woman. You'll live, the pain will go away. Now tell me, what the bloody hell were you doing up there?"
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