There's nothing here with her fingerprints on it so tracking who killed this Candlelighter will be hard. Good enough for Cindy. They don't know her and she doesn't know them. Let's keep it this way.

"To you? Nothing. Except I noticed your blood is all over my new shoes. Are you sure you have enough still in you to get up?" It's a hypothetical question. He looks a hot mess and there is no way Cindy is letting this guy walk all the way to the nearest help. "Unless you want to die here, that's fine with me althought that means I just wasted my time saving your ass."

She cocks her head to the side, waiting for him to reply in some fashion or another as she decides what the best mode of transportation is.