He glanced up at the two bickering as he drew blood from Bruce. It didn't seem any different from regular iron based blood; he had heard some specimens had died from a sudden introduction of alien Hemocyanin; copper-based blood. Still, it would be 'fun' to analyze it in the lab. He had thankfully withdrawn the needle when Adam's sudden outburst startled them both. He eyed Bruce as he slowly clipped the vial back into his belt, making sure it was secure, "I'll have a walker brought up for you." He began when Adam started to scream. Needle discarded carelessly onto the floor, he rushed to pry the man off of...well, himself. The clunky suit tripping him up as he tried to grab Bruce. The boy's flailing, albeit understandable, really didn't help him.

 A claw caught the side of his suit, tearing through the reinforced plastic like it was wet paper. Panic flooded through him as he felt air rush into the pressurized suit. Jerking backwards, his back hitting the wall as he watched the boy jerk and scream, a sickening crack making him wince. It was a moment before his senses crashed into him all at once and he flung himself forward to the boy's side, injecting a sedative that would hopefully ease the pain or prevent the boy from hurting himself further. 

 "I need a medical team stat! Prepare an operating table!" He shouted, frustrated with how little he could do but wait for help. How would it look like on a record to have his first assigned patient die on his watch, though at the moment, he was just worried about keeping the boy alive and..."Get a cuff." He muttered, much quieter. Those claws needed to be taken care off.
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 His eyes darted to her face, fixedly staring at her as she took care of his arm, mumbling, "I'm fine, you can take it off." However, he didn't expect her to, people rarely listened, even rarer did they comply, "You're a liar. I can't trust you. Either that or you're naive. I can't believe you."

 Pulling his arm away once it was bandaged, he continued to rock, though his eyes remained on her, "I don't feel better. I don't feel important kept in this room. You say I'm a part of and I'm contributing, but I don't have a say nor do I want to give anything. You're lying and you're bad at it. I'm not special, neither are you." He mumbled on, then turned his gaze back to the floor, "Can I go see my friends now?" He asked softly, twiddling his thumbs, then more quietly, "Um...I need to use the bathroom too..."