[Whether the timing is just right or completely out is left to her to decide. Fact is a young man steps in heavily, hand pressed against a bloody nose, already stuffed with more tissue paper than he knows what to do with.
He doesn't quite look at her when he sees the presence - Hyperion can only assume one of the few people he sees around here should be a medic of some kind.]
Yo. [He points at his nose, voice muffled, nasal.] Dose bleed. Cab you helb?
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He doesn't quite look at her when he sees the presence - Hyperion can only assume one of the few people he sees around here should be a medic of some kind.]
Yo. [He points at his nose, voice muffled, nasal.] Dose bleed. Cab you helb?