[is it idiocy to use a tool to its necessary point, and then discard it when it's no longer needed? after all, he doesn't feel very much like a treasure at the moment anymore.

but he'll let them staunch the bleeding, carefully keeping his face neutral as it happens, even though there's the slightest twitch of his mouth downward from the pressure and as he regards the rest of them.]

Deal with me... is it.

[well doesn't he hate being a liability. he lets his eyes at least flick around the room, because the truth is that he doesn't know what to do in this situation.]

Is there... anything else to find with the rows of containers? [a beat] Shall we look inside where they once laid?