Shiloh's eyes went to Shane's clawed fingers when he heard the hiss, thinking them the most immediate concern. For Shiloh, claws on hands were like snakes that talked in Eden and creatures from the Apocalypse - not an everyday occurrence, but not something to be very shocked over. He did, however, know that they were sharp and could cause pain.
He pressed against the wound until the blood slowed, despite Shane's reaction, and then he picked up the small bottle of peroxide from the pile of items. A quick splash. "Man died," he said, again, plainly, as he looked at Shane's face. "This building, is it always like this?" A question for a question.