"No. And I've got your gun. Again." He couldn't believe her; there she was, practically bleeding to fucking death all over them both and she still had it in her to argue with him. If nothing else, he was just glad the yapping meant she was conscious. He was keeping calm now, but he'd probably lose it if she stopped talking. "Why the fuck do you have a gun? Again."

And why did she keep saying he and not it when it looked like a fucking animal had attacked her?