Simon simply watches the seemingly frail man fume, noting that he does really seem frustrated. If he is some wacky witch doctor from the 1880s, that means the guy can at least do a decent wound patch-up. He'll file that away for later. Simon is no stranger to rough injury wrap-ups, but in all honesty, they're not his favorite thing to do and he outright despises the mess. Seeing as the Apex is mostly made up of children, he's also got the largest and steadiest hands to do so, despite his sometimes poor coordination.]
Oh yeah?
[Simon's voice grows colder, though the bite from it dies down. He'll need some more information before he puts even a sliver of trust in this loon.]
How so?
[The words don't mock, not quite. They are bereft of any emotion at all.]
no subject
Simon simply watches the seemingly frail man fume, noting that he does really seem frustrated. If he is some wacky witch doctor from the 1880s, that means the guy can at least do a decent wound patch-up. He'll file that away for later. Simon is no stranger to rough injury wrap-ups, but in all honesty, they're not his favorite thing to do and he outright despises the mess. Seeing as the Apex is mostly made up of children, he's also got the largest and steadiest hands to do so, despite his sometimes poor coordination.]
Oh yeah?
[Simon's voice grows colder, though the bite from it dies down. He'll need some more information before he puts even a sliver of trust in this loon.]
How so?
[The words don't mock, not quite. They are bereft of any emotion at all.]
Tell me your story, pal.
I'm all ears.