[ The tapa-tap of rapidly approaching footsteps makes Nihlus pause in the middle of his work and he turns his head to peer at the stranger as he comes to a stop next to him. There's a brief moment of silence at Newt's stunned exclamation and then- ]
... Are you alright?
[ Since there is, you know, blood on your clothes. It didn't smell particularly fresh, but it's worrisome nonetheless. ]
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... Are you alright?
[ Since there is, you know, blood on your clothes. It didn't smell particularly fresh, but it's worrisome nonetheless. ]