[There's nothing like a real Deerington welcome. Louis grimaces, keeping a hand on his arm, just trying to grit his teeth through this mess.The die do their thing agian and he moves froward- this time his luck is in and he gets a water filter. Hazah. He picks it up, pocketing it so he can go back to making sure he can stem some bloodflow.]

Thanks for giving me something actually useful I guess.

[He glances at the newcommer.]

Yeah. You kind have to roll with the bullshit this place tosses at you. It can be pretty fifty-fifty if it's gonna fuck you up or not. [Pause.] Make that seventy-thirty,