Whaaat. [William would have been happy to answer questions about his protodyssomnia and he will in due time, but parting from one's skin is way more interesting than that. His Whaaat doesn't look look terrified, though; surprised and interested, like she'd just invented a methane fart arrow for crowd control.] Did it, fuck. Well, I think the scanner will be able to penetrate the gloves, but it'd be good for me to have a look at your hands without them.

I can cut them off to prevent friction from taking off more of your skin. [He pulls a handheld scanner out from a compartment in his desk, thumbs over the touchscreen. Sets it aside, and then there are a pair of surgical shears, but he doesn't try them yet. Maybe she really likes her gloves. Stuff can feel important.] Was you bleeding when it happened?