You got a few of those, don't you? Wrench tries to suppress his grin, but it sneaks out anyway. His cheeks split and the gentle gap between his two front teeth becomes apparent. Much as he'd like to blame it on the island itself and whatever properties seem to compel them all to a sense of calm, the man just likes attention. If there's anything he can appreciate about this place, it's that he's found a few people willing to pay him some.

The mention of his hand causes him to hold it out. While the deep gash has closed without the need for stitches, his fingers remain totally immobile. Haven't exactly stumbled across a day clinic, he snarks. I think it's something that Oracle did at the ceremony.