"I'm good. I'm good," he signed nervously, trying to shake away the dreadful feeling and just focus on what he needed to do. Screams of dying U-Men were still quite loud in his pointed ears. "I just haven't seen such... violence."

There's a brief pause as he checks on the bullet wound in the shoulder, more concerned about that than any of the other wounds. "Alright. You can move the arm, so it's not lodged in a joint. Since we're in a bit of a pickle here, I'm going to just heal you up and we'll deal with removing the bullet later."

His orange eyes fixes on Booker's face for a moment, slightly more serious. "This... this will hurt a lot more. Try to not scream." With those amazingly comforting words, he pokes the janitor with a healing charge. While the touch for the nose bleed had been a bit of a simple static shock... this was more of an actual electrical jolt.