"MaikaŹ»i wau," Rahim muttered in what was probably becoming his favorite phrase. He sounded annoyed out loud too. He didn't look murderous anymore, but he looked like he severely wished he was. "Got stabbed - one of those for me?" He asked, nodding toward the breakfast burritos in his sister's hands. He had to know how dismissive and offhanded he sounded, he was likely doing that on purpose. Rahim hadn't made moves to cover himself up. He was wearing a black tank top and jeans, the edge of a bruise plain on his shoulder, the top of the cut on his chest visible above the tank top. He'd actually forgotten his sister was here and might have an opinion on this. Most everybody else would drop it if he told them to. Echo had never been one to drop something she didn't want to.