Casimir watches red bubble and smear, colours darkened indistinguishable from the mess of the floor. Becomes aware, after a minute or so, that a minute or so is far too long.

"Right," He agrees; marvels at the way that pain becomes hurt. Astonishing. Is that the word for it? Is this astonishment? Strangely giddy (another strange word). "We'll share."

Another moment:

"Don't keep it," Recollects the stranger, the task — the bang of the door. "Nothing in liquid. Have you just arrived?"

The clothes. Doesn't recognize him; doesn't get out enough to say.