Blue blood doesn't coagulate the way red blood does. The only way to stop a leak is to repair the tubing it flows through- a simple enough job for his healing nanites, but it does explain why when Connor turns to see who's called his name, he's still clutching his neck, and there's still blue blood oozing between his fingers.

"Kit." He doesn't smile as he normally would, far too distracted now by the too-bright lights, the too-loud sounds assaulting his newly heightened senses. They were already much more sensitive and fine-tuned than a human's, but now everything is nearly unbearable. He needs to find a quiet, dark place to heal and figure out what exactly happened to him, but when he takes a step towards Kit, something else catches his attention, something that awakens an entirely new sensation within him.

Hunger. Sudden and powerful, almost knocking him over with its insistence. He stares at Kit with a thoughtful sort of anticipatory predation in his eyes, the warmth of Kit's body and the scent of his blood flowing through his veins just beneath the skin an irresistibly tantalizing combination. He takes another step forward, delicately licking his lips.

"It's good to see you again."