Tch. It isn't like this is the first time I've got blood on me.

[He clicks his tongue and then stands up, suddenly, moving to the closest bathroom, and then to another room. He comes back with a folded towel under one arm and what seems to be a yellow piece of cloth (from his own outfit). Bending down, he wraps the towel around the cuts still bleeding.]

Hey, can you walk? Let's get ya cleaned up in the bathroom.