(Eddie delicately hooks a pinkie inside of his fanny pack to get out a pair of fresh gloves and deposits them neatly on the floor just next to Barry for him to grab.)

I'm Eddie. (He glances again at Barry's face, a little too long, trying to place it still, but his interest is taken away pretty effectively by the fact that they were apparently about to dig right on in. Eddie's face doesn't so much as twitch. If anything, he leans over a little closer to get a better look.

Eddie snorts softly and looks up at Barry. He can't blame the guy for trying to want to shelter Eddie from some serious surgical gore, but it never failed to feel a little ironic when adults cautioned him about medical things anymore.)

I'm practically a registered nurse, dude. I've done a lot more than snip an aortic valve. I actually harvested a decent amount of the organs we've been finding in the floors this month just in case they're viable for transplants.

(Which he still isn't sure of, but at least they had them around in the freezer. If anything they could prove as valuable research.)

Don't expect the other organs to react. Sometimes they're connected but sometimes they're completely separated. It doesn't make any biological sense- but I mean. Organs in the walls and floors aren't really on par with reliable science, so.