Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
"Absolutely," he said, and he carried the box over to his couch and began to open it. He left the door open for her to follow him inside, and he looked over his shoulder at her. "Pretty impressive," he said, holding up a tube of skin glue. He tested it on his finger, and his smile widened. "Very impressive. I'm Micah," he said, and he held out a hand to her. "And hopefully no one will be hurt badly enough that basic sterile spray on these won't do the trick. For cuts and scrapes and bites, these should be exactly what the doctor ordered."
"How did you do it?" he asked, the question carefully casual. "I don't think my tale can do anything but limp," he offered, smiling fondly at the thought of Watson as he said it.