Condesce obviously isn't too interested in what he has to say. The huge smear on her arm is noted with disgust, but she has far more important things to tend to. She leaves him for a moment to duck down the hall in order to retrieve a few first-aid supplies.

"You have two choices," she calls from down the hall. "And you should be grateful that I'm even considering giving you the option. You may address your own wounds, or I will address them for you."

When she returns, she deposits the supplies on the ground -- some antiseptic, bandages, and various other tubes of ointment she hasn't bothered to read just yet. She'll go through it after Psiioniic admits that he can't take care of himself.

Once she's done that, she gives another glance of disgust to her coated right side and makes a noise of displeasure.