She looks him up and down, what he's just done for her running through her mind. He shot, without hesitation, to save her life.

"You're bleeding." She says, noticing the wound on his arm and gently gripping his wrist.

"It's fine." He tells her, but Sofia won't be swayed.

"We need to find a hospital."

He looks down at her insistant face and decides it isn't worth fighting her.

"Alright." He says with a sigh, glancing over at Sucre before letting him take her to the car.

"Oh, and I never said." She stops and drops his wrist, turning and standing on her tiptoes to place a delicate kiss on his lips. "Thank you."