Ah, it's the outsider who defected recently. Ratchet. A doctor, which in these times really is a blessing. But Piotr doesn't exactly have a case of the warm and fuzzies right now.

"There's no trouble," he says roughly, hand clamped over his bleeding arm. He jerks his chin in the general direction of the medical supplies. "Just a cut. Bandage this for me, will you?"