Vermouth's face sets into something more serious as she looks over the wound. Unfortunately, she isn't carrying first aid, not usually the type to apply it even to herself. For the moment, they should at least cover the wound and stop the bleeding before finding a medic.

Grabbing the edge of her polo shirt, Vermouth lifts it up just high enough to bite it, forming a small hole. She doesn't seem that preoccupied by just how much of her torso shows while doing this, but then again this is Vermouth, the member who holds phone calls in nothing but a bath towel. With that done, she rips the edge off, making a rough but functional fabric strip.

She is just about to start the actual bandaging when Ran poses her question. Vermouth closes her eyes. Yes, once again Ran's instinct hit far too close for comfort. Something in Vermouth refused to harm Ran. Leaning in to start wrapping up the wound, she offers a cryptic yet honest answer.

"Because... You're the only angel who ever smiled on me."