She raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "Don't laugh--" She meant to warn him against moving too much, but he'd finished quickly enough that it wasn't needed.
With her eyes sliding shut she could focus better on her other senses. It was similar enough to sight where Looking provided a kind of visual map in the darkness of her mind. Admittedly, it wasn't anything like actually seeing and more akin to feeling. Blood, flesh, nerves, bone. Everything rushed together in a chaotic web that took a beat to acclimate to in order to untangle. It was like scanning a crowded room for the multitude of presences that were within, each entity singing out with equal importance. Metal stood out in his flesh in sharp contrast, though the paths cut were less obvious in the frayed and swollen surrounding tissue. Harder to see while still applying pressure, at any rate.
Retracing the path would be the best. If that couldn't be managed she could make new paths, avoiding anything major. The swelling was problematic--would she be able to widen the path and move a bullet at the same time? It probably wasn't worth the effort at that point.
Her eyes opened again and she removed her hand. Slowly, with laser-sharp focus, she moved one of the bullets, backing it out of the path. She did her best to widen the space in front of the bullet, her hand moving back to the entry point once it was close enough to physically pluck out. When the first was removed she'd return pressure to his side, then set to work on the second. Closing the wound would be much more straightforward.
Thankfully she kept blood packs stocked in her refrigerator--she'd need a couple after this was finished.