"Mmm" he replied as he let her words sink in. It was true, people strong enough to tail Senri without her noticing could indeed break down the simple door to the hideout. This one was not as grand as others past, since hard times had befallen the Akatsuki he took only what was needed. As such this was one of the less used hideouts and very dusty. Attention turning to her he noted the the amount of blood that was coming from the blow would be fatal if left untreated soon. Leaving would surely mean her demise, if not capture. Though she would not talk he believed that such torturous ways of death did not befit her.
Walking back to the the table, he shot a look at her. ”We no longer have the luxury of leaving anyone behind. Now please be still” he said while taking the traditional purple Uchiha garb off. Ripping off a substantial piece of the cloak he offered her a wooden stick to bite on, before making an amateur tourniquet. By no means was this a solution to their problem, it only slowed down one of the many parts to it. “There” he grunted tying the knot tight, “Should slow the bleeding until a safer location is reached.”
Back to his planning, he saw few options that lay before him, but only one would work. Obito did not believe she would survive the trip through a Kamui as it could be dangerous to her condition. And he certainly couldn’t let her run off on her own as she wouldn’t make it far. ”If you can run, prepare yourself. If not you shall be carried.” he stated starkly. This was not a question to her but a command. For some reason he felt the need to save her, to spare her from this hell.
"N-no…" The decline was spat out weakly… though he didn’t hear it. Perhaps too much was on his mind. She didn’t want either option. It wasn’t him they were going to be going go after… No, Obito was too far out of their league now that their cover was blown. Experience in infiltration told her; Assassination missions require means of stealth and a flexible mind. With insecurity in her own thoughts, this place could not be truly safe.
Refusing to bite down on anything while he bandaged the wound… truly childish. But she shuddered and forced herself to remain silent while he tightly bandaged the wound with torn cloth. It was all he could do, he wasn’t a medic…
There wasn’t much time to be addressing such a wound, and though her body wasn’t willing to respond, she still had her voice and mind at least… “W-wait,” She began with something coherent this time. “Z-Zetsu is still about… isn’t he?”