During the initial cleaning, Stefan looked back over his shoulder to watch the scene with Darren and Liliana. He was impressed with the woman's firmness, and while her methods were a bit out there, she got results. As Darren started to empty his stomach after the medicine had been forcibly administered, Stefan turned around again, raising a hand to make an announcement. "I like her. She knows what she's doing." Whoever she was, he'd make it a point to have a chat with her later. He could use another assistant in the operating room, after all.<br/><br/>With all that taken care of, Stefan turned his attention back to the raggedy man covered in dirt and gashes. He noted a look of hesitance, and at his request, he simply chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. As long as there's nothing embedded in any of these cuts, there won't be any need for that. Now, these are all pretty bad, so you're going to need a bit more treatment than I thought." He carefully examined the largest of the deep cuts, frowning slightly under his mask. "It's nothing that some disinfectant and stitches won't fix, but you're going to need to be careful for a while. And you'll definitely need to keep clean." Stefan moved one of Ruffus's dreadlocks over the back of his shoulder, flicking his fingertips away to shake off stray dirt that had been left on his gloves.<br/><br/>He noticed that the office had attracted quite the audience, including another newcomer and an old friend. "Quite the show being put on today, isn't it?" He joked, gathering a supply pack from a shelf. Once more, Ruffus was addressed as he unzipped the bag and set it on the bed beside him. "We've got some good things in this time. Top quality. With injuries like these, you should consider yourself lucky. Now then, I just need to do a few more things and you'll be free to go." A can of some sort of aerosol medicine was plucked from the first aid kit, and after a vigorous shake and an opening of the cap, he sprayed it onto Ruffus's wounds that had been cleared of dirt. The spray began foaming on contact with the exposed flesh, and would produce a sort of warm tingle before numbing the nerves underneath the sundered skin.<br/><br/>"That'll keep them nice and infection-free, and the numbing is going to be useful for what comes next." Stefan set aside the first aid spray, and prepared a surgical suture on a curved needle, with scissors to cut it down to length once the wounds were closed. "You should be mostly numb, but it may still hurt a little in places that weren't saturated with the spray. It won't be anything worse than what gave you the wounds. Just a little pinch." With the warning given, he began to stitch Ruffus's wounds closed, going at each one by one, taking great care to avoid using too much of the string while still keeping the wounds tightly shut.<br/><br/>When he finished, he took a step back to admire his handiwork. "That should do it. Now then, don't go scratching at them or stretching too much. If any of these reopen, come back to me immediately and we'll fix them up again. If you want to rest here for a while, that's fine. If not, the showers are at the end of the hall. The cleaner you are, the less chance of any more infections there are. Just do us a favor, and don't bring those dogs in. It's hell to clean out some of these old pipes."<br/><br/>With Ruffus all stitched up, Stefan turned his attention to the door as yet another patient was brought in on a stretcher. "Did I miss a war or something? Where are all these bodies coming from?" Stefan scooped up his medical equipment, and directed the Stalkers carrying the large man in toward one of the tables. When he was lowered onto it, he examined him closely, grimacing at some of the wounds that he had. He seemed to have been given some very basic first aid, but there was still much to be done for him. Stefan used more of his first aid spray to make sure the wounds were completely disinfected, then began to stitch him up.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>During the encounter between Darren and Liliana, Viktor just sort of stared, slightly horrified by the events that transpired. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, cringing and closing his eyes when the pectoral devastation occurred. "Holy shit," He muttered quietly, inching around the room so that he put distance between himself and the table that Darren was left laying on. He ended up near the door frame, leaning against the wall where Magpie and Nikita came into the room from.<br/><br/>"You know, when I brought you guys here, I wasn't expecting<span style="font-style: italic">this.</span>" Viktor directed it at Magpie, continuing after Liliana had left. "She really doesn't fuck around, eh?" He watched in a mixture of amusement and concern, considering an approach toward Darren after he finished emptying his innards. The blood was more than a little concerning, but he put it down to the forced entry of the vial into his mouth. Probably nothing internal. But, that was more Stefan's forte, so he'd let the good doctor do his thing without getting in the way.<br/><br/>Really, it wasn't the most surprising thing that had happened since his departure from base a few days ago. More had happened in the past couple days than had in a couple months, at least in terms of things that really stuck with him. He had to admit, crazy and hectic and occasionally tragic as the journey home had gotten, he liked these folks. Sure, he didn't really get the chance to talk to<span style="font-style: italic">all</span>of them yet, but they seemed like decent enough people. At the very least, none had held him at gunpoint yet, so that instantly helped win him over. He spoke again after things in the medical room calmed down, addressing Nikita.<br/><br/>"You missed a hell of a lot out there, man. Next time you're not stuck with deliveries, you've got to come with me one of these times. You wouldn't believe some of the shit that's happened." He still had to speak to the person who'd given him the job in the first place to get paid for it, but for now, relaxing was more of a priority. Still, he didn't want to miss out on his cut of the hunt's funding, especially not after everything else that went down alongside it. He almost left the room, but stopped himself when Rock Hammer started to act strange again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh shit, not in here,"</span>He thought, slowly approaching Rock as he mumbled to himself and gripped his weapon in a manner that was hard not to look threatening, even despite its intention. "You feeling alright, big guy?" Viktor asked, his stance cautious as he stopped a good three feet away from him. Obviously not enough to avoid any errant swings of the concrete maul if he decided to go on another rampage, but still, it felt like a good idea to give him some personal space. When he mentioned the book, not really to anyone in particular, Viktor paused.<br/><br/>The book, the book...That journal that Rock had flung at him in the metro, maybe? Old leather, paper, and dried flowers luckily didn't make for a deadly projectile even with the force that the giant could produce, but it had still hurt quite a bit when it struck him. Viktor thought it was worth a chance giving it back if it prevented another destructive freak out, so after feeling over his jacket's multiple pockets, he found the one he'd stowed the improvised weapon in after it was tossed at him, and pulled it out to offer it to Rock. "This thing, yeah? You hit me pretty damn good with it back in the tunnels." He shrugged a little, and held it out toward him. "Good arm."