"As if I would step foot in that cesspool," she hissed back at him.
"And now that that is cleared up, can you both stop it and focus on me?!" Padraig said rather loudly, and then he laughed a little. "Or something that sounds less self-centered."
"Sure. Have you fucked up your back like you always do?" she asked and when he nodded, she let out a sigh. "Let me see." And then she didn't actually wait before rising from her chair and pulling his shirt up. It was bandaged so she couldn't see the wounds, but she could see how thin he was. "Jesus, Padraig. Have you eaten anything in weeks?"