Warren recognized his defeat, mostly because he was too tire to argue. "Do you... want me to help you with....your...back?" he trailed off, unsure if he should be offering to help. His experience was sorely lacking in the social section.
"Oh yeah." Melody said quietly, remembering the cuts. "Yeah, thanks." She opened her pack to the section where she kept her basic medical stuff. "Here's my stuff." She hoped she wouldn't have to explain how to do it; this should be basic knowledge for many... mutations.