Gross. That's fucking gross. [muttered angrily as he quickly crosses the room to turn the light on.] Right, I'm no doctor so I can't advise you on official terms, but...

[he doesn't waste any time putting his hand gently on rupert's leg, just below the wound. pastel rainbow mist starts to gather around his hand and leak into the gash.]

This might hurt, if the muscle's ripped. Try not to scream too much, my neighbors have itchy trigger fingers and a hero streak the size of a city.

[he's talking shit, but he's found that "helps" in a way to give them something to reply to.





...and he saw it on tv.]