[ And a light he shall have, along with a concerned look. You're not bleeding to death here, are you? Again? Because that's one repeat he'd be happy to miss out on. ]
Tell me about it. [ He lights a cigarette of his own, reluctantly setting the bottle of blood to the side. ] They're shutting this place down soon. Where are you gonna go?
[ Need a place to crash? Not that he can really offer, as much as he wants to. ]