Her first reaction to his request for help, admittedly, was what does a boy like this know about amputation? Foolish of her. Appearances can be deceiving, she knows full well, and when the powers that be act indiscriminate in their recruitment process, plenty of people one might think too young to understand gory tasks like this end up with a great deal of first-hand experience.

She watches Eren do his thing with a clinical expression, neither repulsed by nor particularly drawn to the process, simply noting the various steps he takes in silence. She could do it faster, but then she'd have to bother with the process of cleaning up the literal loose ends, which doesn't interest her in the slightest.

"I hope you don't think you can flatter me into staying here all night," she says after he's done, which is supposed to have the cadence of a joke. "Still... that's quite a picture you're painting. If it such a concern, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to deal with a few more. My hands don't slip."

Lust finally lets go of the man, wiping her own hands off on the fabric of his sweat-soaked tunic for a few seconds and murmuring a "shh" as she does it. Amazing bedside manner, ten out of ten stars. When she looks back up at Eren, however, there's no facsimile of comfort in her eyes, and certainly no levity.

"But I'll warn you now – if yours do, and one of them tries anything like that, they won't be leaving this tent alive. Will that be a problem?"