[ absently, a hand comes up to touch against blood that had sprayed onto his face - until, he realizes that he's wearing thick gloves. if there's a flag that goes up in the back of his mind, warning him that it's pretty bad he's disappointed over not being able to feel someone's blood between his fingers, it's obscured by thick black smoke. ]

--Aa, it was. For now, I could turn my sweatshirt inside out... Eeh, but then to find somewhere completely unrelated to dispose of it....