Supplies assembled on the counter, Devero returns to Koumyou's side. He helps him get the arm-warmer the rest of the way off, if he needs it, and then brings him over to the sink to wash away the blood.

"It stands for regenerative gel," he explains as he does so. "It's made specifically for shit like this-- it disinfects the wound, numbs the pain, and stimulates the cells on either side to heal it up quick. I wouldn't need all of this shit--" He waves a hand angrily over the bandages and supplies on the counter. "--if we had some fucking r-jelly here!"