Well, at least her catch speaks English, which lets her know that he's from the camp. She hopes.

"All right, Flint. Going to let you down slowly." She has enough of a mind not to just drop him like they do in the movies. Don't want to snap his neck or anything.

Just before he can fully descend to the ground, she pauses when she notices that gunshot wound in his leg.

She squints, stopping to hold onto the rope. "Where did you get that injury?"