Most people he'd wave away, not one for being coddled or fussed over, particularly by strangers, but Stone is an exception.

"Eh, the latter."

He finishes retying the bandage. "Could have been worse with what was in that power station." He then settles back, fixing his gaze on Stone. "Pashang kaka down there." He's assuming Stone is used to him swearing in Belter enough that he'll get the idea: shit was fucked up. "A lot of dead. A lot of spirits."

Not to mention the murderous screwdriver. Though...on that note.....

"What do you make of this?" He bends to pick up the screwdriver, still coated in dried blood and flesh, and holds it out to Stone.