The apartment in question was a tidy sort of place, kept clean and relatively ordered in spite of Adam's difficult and often mutable schedule. The prevailing color scheme was one of dark hues, shades that would have seemed oppressive elsewhere; here, though, they seemed to fit, to create a close and comfortable kind of environment well suited to its sole inhabitant. Black, dark purple, bloody red: All of them blended somehow, complementing one another in an inexplicably pleasing sort of way. And in the center of it stood Adam, black head bowed over his neighbor's slender hand, brows knitted together as he took in this new information.
"You said this has been going on since the outage?" he asked, forcing the overt concern from his voice. He eased his grip somewhat at that plaintive little sound, unwilling to cause any undue pain in his attempt to understand. He wondered if Viola might be available to look as well; though she was still a student, her schooling had covered a wider array of symptoms and diagnoses than his own, whose focus had largely been on emergent care. While he was certain she would at least attempt to help, he sincerely hoped it would not come to that - or to Joaquin's hospitalization, God forbid. "Did you eat or drink anything that night you think you might be allergic to?" Gently Adam pushed the pad of his thumb into Joaquin's skin, focusing for now on the place that had seemed to cause such pain. "I know you touched Alex when she... was hurt. Does this feel like an electrical burn, maybe like what she felt?"