The switch from crayon to bandage makes his eyes go wide, and then his grin comes back as bright as ever. "So cool," he mutters, shaking his head. And so useful around here, with all the hazards this place has.

But he reigns in his enthusiasm for basic tricks and extends his arm so Law can get to it. No, not infected, but he knows even though he insists it will get better on its own, there's going to be some loss of strength for a good while in that arm. The spirit really ripped him up and it's lucky he was able to stay up on that ladder at all. He'll sacrifice muscle tissue in exchange for not dying again.

"Doctor Ingram," he replies readily to the question. "Who I've probably mentioned." Multiple times. Turns out when you have one actual friend your own age who you're close to in a place like this, you think about them a lot, or something. "But it's not really his field either. I think that mostly just means it'll take him longer to work it out, though. He does a lot with computers but I guess mostly he's more interested in biology and chemistry. It's just that all this stuff is really outdated compared to what he's used to."