Well, at least this medic had a sense of humor. "Yeah, last guy I ran into threatened to end me if I continued to be, well, me." Abram explained with a shrug and a smile. He still didn't get it, just because they could die didn't mean they were dead. To him there was a big difference there.
"'Apparently it seemed logical to him," Again Abram shrugged. He couldn't fault the guy for it, but that didn't mean he was going to stick around and see if the guy would follow through on it or not. So far it seemed like everyone besides the blonde medic were ignoring him, for now he was okay with that. Normally he liked attention, but not if said attention was going to get him death threats.
"That your way of getting my shirt off? Ask if I need medical attention?" Abram asked with his usual cocky grin. "Bandage is fine, by the way. Company might be nice, though." He continued, moving over to the table she was leaning against, he pulled out a chair and settled into it, legs outstretched and hands behind his head.