"Mh... No... Not again..." — Tremor mutters, shaking his head and clearing his thoughts a little. It was hard to go without blood for a whole week, considering how much pressure his hemoglobin addiction puts on him. He almost flinches when a stalker enters his infirmary.

"Hmm? What have you got there? Injury? Was irradiated?" — Wearing a mask of innocence and concern, Tremor asks, looking at the newcomer and already immediately reaching for the first-aid kit on the table, intending to get out the antirad and everything else he might need.