[ luckily for new people, and also people who don't like to walk much (him), most of the living quarters are located near each other. it's convenient, he thinks, and it saves them both trouble. anyway, he does eat... sometimes... mostly protein bars, but his roommate cooks when he's home, so there's that, at least. ]

Ahh, no problem. Snacks are my lifeblood, anyway. [ chips restore the maximum amount of his hit points, and all.

but watching him shove them into his mouth isn't why she came here, and he's not about to get distracted by food, either, because his whole body still aches, and appetite is scarce when you're Fucked Up. ]

Sure. I'm guessing you're used to seeing things like that, so... [ he's not going to beat around the bush and just tug his shirt off, exposing his chest. there's a large bitemark on his left shoulder, some flesh torn off, a few of the puncture wounds still open -- another on the back of his neck, top of his spine, and the ugliest one over his ribs. it's pretty obvious bones were crushed -- moving with that has been a pain, and his side looks like it's been mauled, barely recognizable.

he glances down at it, then back at her, lips pursed in a thin line. ]

Iris healing is nice, and all, but this is a lot.