She's bleeding quite obviously from her stomach, left hand pressed against the wound to stop the blood from spilling while she let's out small huffs and grunts in pain. Vi peers up at your extended hand and sighs once more before taking it. She smiles gently as she gets up.

Doesn't even hurt that bad, don't look so damn concerned. Y'know, I never even asked your name. I wanna know who the hell I just busted my ass out for. So tell me.