( once he got the verbal go ahead, he picked up the items and began to hustle [finally] towards the bathroom. his once lazy swagger and demeanor was now turning into something more urgent, but not quite fully concerned about the man behind him. he was at least polite enough to hold the bathroom door open for him once the reached it, and turning on the faucet of water as he began to fish around in the first aid kit. )

So how'd you get banged up anyways?

( he asked, and while he was working on precuring a needle and thread suitable for the kind of hap-hazard surgery he was going to perform, his tone of voice still came across as very casual—

almost as if they were two buddies at the bar and not two strangers about to perform informal surgery in a dingy, dark hotel bathroom that could also possibly be haunted as well. )

Rather strange they'd bring in someone injured, did you get that by messing around here?