[Alright, that creeps him out. A little shiver passes down his spine, his mind swimming with ideas of what horrors might have happened to her back home--then starts running off what he can recall from the DSM. Schizophrenia, it has to be. Delusions, hallucinations, disorganized behavior...she's just a rambling madwoman, that's all. Her statements are probably meaningless.]
...Come along. If you got hurt and lost some blood, I can get you a transfusion. [Kind of an idiotic reply, he thinks, but what do you say to that?]
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...Come along. If you got hurt and lost some blood, I can get you a transfusion. [Kind of an idiotic reply, he thinks, but what do you say to that?]