Hey, I did my fill of scut back home. I ain't touching any of that. [He says offhand, sighing.]
I usually like an excuse for blood and guts. Just... not like this, man. [He rubs his face; he's not shamed by the fact someone else's accident's always been his excuse to work and enjoying that. But there's a difference between idiots being idiots, actual medical concerns and someone's psychopathy.] Not like this.