It's fine. From what I hear, you only need one. Kidney, I mean.

[But the stitching, while precise work, is somehow not messed up for the moment. Even if her hands are soaked in blood after a point which makes the needle and thread slippery as all hell.]

Well, Harrington, I will eagerly take your optimism over a knife in the back. [She pauses, and is unable to help her chuckle, which probably makes being stabbed by a needle a little more unpleasant than entirely necessary.] Also, it'd be real funny to say we kicked his ass inebriated.