Stubborn about holding in all that anger and despair; it's his sin to carry. Sorry Trevor, he just has that much practice compartmentalizing. Well, there's probably some spite involved. Don't feed the revenant.

He looks up at Trevor's entry. Then down to scan the displayed problem.

"Hm." Yup. That's certainly needing something. "That a recent problem?"

Honestly, with undead flesh it's hard to tell how 'new' a wound is. Also, couldn't have been Vincent's (temp) inmate of the month. Surely.

"Need to report someone?"

Vincent rises from his seat. Thanks to Darling and... well, his general knowledge of supply locations, he's already familiar with the place the suture kits are kept. But he extends one hand, the one with the clawed gauntlet, and points at a patient table.

"Gauze is a stopgap. At best."

You know, for stuffing. Don't ask why he even thought to look into that knowledge in the first place.

"Oh?" It's a mild question of vague interest. Vincent is clearly considering this. Meanwhile, he brings back sutures and yes, gauze. "I'll see if he's open for consultation."

...Yup, just going to accept that. Vincent might also suspect it's more than just gauze. There might be solutions soaked in it. Things to keep those bugs away; which is one of the things that had come to mind.

"You still itch?" He returns with the needles and thread. Forceps. And yes, gauze and iodine solution. It can be used for the time being. Pain didn't seem to be a problem.

"That the only spot?" Welcome, Trevor, to 'things Vincent can handle himself'. Iodine's poured into a pan, gauze is added to soak.

Did you see Darling's announcement about death? It seems she experienced something similar.

[ That's to say, not dying because of it. ]

I'd like to talk to her about the details. And you to know something had happened.

[ In case Shaw had not, in fact, been told that her inmate had not-quite-got-killed. ]

Hm. I'm behind.

[ That's his bad. He definitely intends to go check up soon. ]

I only got the name after Darling confirmed with her. [ Well the man said he texted. ]

When did this happen? [ There's a short pause. ] Did you know? And. If you knew it should have caused her death. Why didn't you say anything? In general.

[ Names could have been left out. But the 'not dying' part is somewhat important. Still, though Vincent is wondering these questions, the tone indicates he is asking for the facts and speaking plain, because it's Shaw. ]

Vincent may often be considered expressionless; a man who's features don't shift depending on emotion. But know him long enough and even the most unaware will pick up on subtle shifts. Yelena of course, is far from an unperceptive person.

His expression lightens seeing her. A bit of dry humor but also the sense of... something. Not quite 'pleased to see a friend' but... he'd intended to look for her? And this is just sooner than expected. Good.

"Beats paperwork." No one should like paperwork. The barge wrenching in half is better than paperwork!

...Probably.

His gaze shifts, looking for signs of anyone else within earshot before settling on Yelena. For the moment they have what seems to be a moment of privacy.

"This might be something he discovered in the last few hours. But..."

It might be something people were aware of a while now. And that means it's been kept among select groups.

"...Mind keeping an ear to the ground? Around inmates especially. But... wardens too."

Vincent ordinarily wouldn't ask for such a breach, even from someone he's come to regard as a companion with the same goal. But this, in its own way, bears the weight of an importance similar to what Trevor was doing.

There's still a choice in his question.

"Thanks."

Vincent will take what Yelena feels comfortable passing on. And... trusts her to understand the pragmatism of the request. The gratitude, therefore, is genuine.

He then nods.

"I contacted him after Darling's post. The Admiral isn't responsible. And it's not a restriction he's placed at a warden's request."

And then, far more quietly, he offers another small piece of information.

"The space between the interior and the hull was blasted open." That is probably well known. "The Admiral agreed to let me take a team back in to look for signs. I want you to come. And B. But... don't share this beyond him."

Vincent plans to speak to B personally. But the important part is this information needs to be kept private for as long as possible.

[ How to put this. ]

In case you didn't see Darling's post yet, he discovered someone didn't seem to die when an attack should have killed them. He then tested various methods on himself. They failed too.

[ Summary done, moving on! ]

He was encouraging others to test it out and report the results. I've taken care of the initial intake of the injuries that he took on. But there is some internal damage from acid. I want you to take over.

[ So, definitely a series of reasons! ]

...There's a request from his warden. He needs to heal the old fashioned way. No magic. No tech that will instantly recover. Unless it's needed to keep him from suffering or lasting complications.

[ Like the acid thing. Any infection. Painkillers. ]

...I stuck him on an IV. He refused a neck brace. I'd like to keep him tied up with tests for a few hours. Prevent him from causing trouble.

[ He knew he could count on Tendi. ]

Things that were left in the infirmary, yes. Tricorder, data pads. The sonic shower. [ He had Darling use that. ] No biobed.

[ Vincent makes a mental note though. Might be worth asking about when the Admiral has time to fulfill it. ]

Tendi. [ His tone becomes grave. ] I know the warden's request is asking a lot. If you can compromise and allow it, that's fine. The purpose is to teach Darling consequences, not let him suffer. [ He's seen the wonders of technology to understand what is 'healing of 21th century' is borderline barbaric for people of Tendi's era. ] If you can't, I'll explain it to the Knight. Do what you think is right for you. Let me know what you decide.

[ He then clears his throat. ]

...Though if you can keep him occupied for now. I'd appreciate that much.