[ jacopo has been present for all of this, naturally — the way this man speaks, the way he presents himself resonates with him. the worst of this debacle is done and over with, and he's as drained as can be...

but then, uh.

this guy starts bleeding. wildly. fiercely. ]

What the hell are you—

[ he's floating away. alright. means he's getting help. jacopo watches intently...

before shaking his head, irritably, and pursuing the man. with as much as haste as he can manage, he drifts to the airlock. the inertia gets him — he lands with a harsh thud, physically jilted as he readjusts and stretches his legs out.

he crouches down to meet the man's gaze. his eyes flit away as he reaches his hand out. ]

We need to get you to the clinic before you shrivel up and die on the spot. You're a goddamned lunatic, you know that?