Aryn looked at Kari and smiled. "Fix me up, huh? What a novel thought."<br/><br/>He grinned slightly at their rescuer when he approached, and stepped aside to allow him space into the dorms. "Answers would be most welcome. Please come in, make yourself comfortable. Thirsty? We've got a few things in the fridge I could offer you. Please please ~ sit down." He motioned towards the couches. Aryn went off towards the nearest first aid kit, opened it, then took off his shirt. Three long gashes still wept of the blow he took, although only the central one seemed to be deep once he started cleaning himself up. After wrapping himself up as best he could, he walked back over towards the sitting area in the lobby and found a chair to lean on. He was still breathing a bit heavily, but that was obviously not enough to stop him from being himself.<br/><br/>"Since we're all probably bat shit fucking crazy, I think I'll just let you decide how to start this story and then we can all take turns cross examining you until you wish you hadn't saved us. Although I suppose a name would be a good start."