[LOG with Elektra] Bandages
Owen had never made house-calls before the last virus had hit. He'd been strictly against them, actually, if only for the fact that he was far too busy to make his way around London - or Cardiff - patching up victims of whatever abuse they might've encountered.
That, however, had changed, because now here he was, getting a worldhop into Elektra's little training ground. He was finding it a little obscene, really, that he now knew random, intimate details about the lives of other people; and yet, he was unable to keep himself from feeling at least a little protective of the people who had been under his care. Even Gale, that little bastard.
He'd brought along some of the basic first aid supplies he had in his flat, tucked into a messenger bag that had seen better days, if its frayed edges indicated anything. "I hope you realize that I don't do this house-call thing for just anybody," he said to Elektra as he approached her.
That, however, had changed, because now here he was, getting a worldhop into Elektra's little training ground. He was finding it a little obscene, really, that he now knew random, intimate details about the lives of other people; and yet, he was unable to keep himself from feeling at least a little protective of the people who had been under his care. Even Gale, that little bastard.
He'd brought along some of the basic first aid supplies he had in his flat, tucked into a messenger bag that had seen better days, if its frayed edges indicated anything. "I hope you realize that I don't do this house-call thing for just anybody," he said to Elektra as he approached her.