[He would find it funny and laugh it off. He never found much reason to delve into the molecular aspects of chemistry, and never bothered to go deeper than what he needed to know for a job. Bleach was simply bleach and, aside from being handy for compromising a crime scene, threatened to turn his sharp red jacket into a pale pink.

The risk wasn't worth it.]

It's just some basic bandaging...

[He was distracted by the lacerations on the leg. A frown furrowed his eyebrows as he studied this wound before setting to work.]

How long have you had these? And how were you able to get out of there so quickly like this?