[ parado ignores haein at first, expression more annoyed than worried, snatching one of the less bloody bandages from the tray to soak up the potion. even though he rolls his sleeve up, his clothes themselves seem to glitch into multicoloured pixels where the liquid had spilled. he mutters to himself; ]

First that bottle and now this... c'mon.

[ most of the potion comes off his skin and out of his sleeve, parado flexing his fingers a few times as the sparking slows and eventually stops. there's a blue-tinged, square-patch mark left but even that seems to be fading fast. parado looks up at haein then, gives his arm a shake and frowns. ]

That stuff doesn't go well with me. You should be way more careful with medical things.