"Then why the fuck did you grab his chest wound--" he starts but gets cut off. At that point, he figures it's a good enough explanation. Besides... Vox could have killed him but didn't? Way to get that weird heartburn in his chest going again.

"Sit your ass down. I'll get you patched up." there's a sigh as he starts, heading over to where they stash the first aid kits. Those mostly go unused save for when someone draws a little too much blood during an intense scene. The last thing they want is people bleeding out on set and passing out. Waste of an afternoon.

He comes back after a moment with said kit in hand.

"So... that's it? Rehab at the hotel? What's VoxTek getting in return apart from... y'know... that. Or... is that it?"