[Tav's face goes from distant to concerned in 0.5 seconds, and he's out of his chair abnormally fast, crossing the room to Dave's side in several long robotronic strides and helping him sit in the recently vacated chair. He grimaces at the sight of all those cuts and bruises, especially the ones on his face.]
wOW HE, rEALLY DID, wHAT SOME MIGHT CALL, a NUMBER ON YOU, hANG ON i HAVE, uH, sOME BANDAIDS AND STUFF SOMEWHERE,,,
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wOW HE,
rEALLY DID, wHAT SOME MIGHT CALL, a NUMBER ON YOU,
hANG ON i HAVE, uH, sOME BANDAIDS AND STUFF SOMEWHERE,,,