[Well, he does pull the lamp over to shine it down at the affected spot, squinting at the patch of skin. Yep, it sure looks like the beginnings of what he's already seen, that's lovely.

He glances up to see where Nico's indicating the other one is, then looks down at the arm again with a hum, taking hold of his wrist to tilt it this way and that, observing.]

Well, it's not going to stop spreading; we already know that. You're going to need blood, and we probably shouldn't do that in here.

[Mostly because the office doesn't have a door, and nobody wants to be bothered during hours of blood time.]

Let's go upstairs; I can move some equipment. How are you feeling, besides the skin? Any pains, strange feelings...?