"Ah, my thanks." Artyom began as he stepped in, as the nurse questioned the nature of the replacement he raised his right arm, "I believe you call them gauze wrapping. Mine are no longer suited for vigorous day like this."<br/><br/>He shifted his head slightly to the other inquiry, "How do you mean? If question is aimed to why I currently need replacement then it's private matter, I hope that is not a problem. But if mean origin of wrappings themselves then that is open matter. Do not wish to alarm normal people, my guide was startled by arm as we walked down stairs..."<br/><br/>Artyom paused to raise his hands somewhat defensively, "Do not worry, made sure wounds were treated and that aid was given to leg and arm. Do not think that moving markings are normal in this country." He muttered partly under his breath that he probably should've worn a jacket to cover his arms. Then again Japan was warming than he was expecting, not too mention much more humid.<br/><br/>"So is fine if I ask for replacement?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>