"Kid, kid, kid, I've never even heard of a, a SQUIP?" Devero pursues as Rich backs off, afraid he's going to trip and hit something on the way down. He reaches out and grasps his biceps, his intention to offer a grounding contact, but this close he can see-- and feel-- that something's wrong with this kid's skin. Unsure if he's touching wounds or scars, he yanks his hands back. "I'm so sorry!"