Aiden looked up when he heard the other man in the room approach him. He accepted the washcloth and pressed it against his head. The cool felt nice and did wonders on the stinging cut on the side of his head. It wasn't too bad, the skin had just split when he slammed into the wall, but head wounds always bleed more than normal ones. He couldn't help but chuckle when the man mentioned it being a rough day. But he didn't have the chance to answer because somebody else entered the room. The man, Harold addressed her, asking if she had any medical experience. "I am wearing the right name tag, my name is Aiden. Don't worry about me, really, I don't have a concussion or anything. I'll be fine in a little while."

But it didn't seem to matter to the girl, she still came over and took care of the cut on his head. It seemed there weren't any bandages around, but that was fine with Aiden. He didn't like it when people fussed over him anyway. "It's fine, just cleaning it was nice of you and made things easier for me. I'll just keep this pressed against it for a little while and the bleeding will stop. Thank you for what you did though." He made a show of pressing the wet washcloth against his head to make the girl feel better about the situation. Things had been pretty rough today, but it could always be fixed. If he could get to the armory he could take out some of those test subjects and get the others back to their rooms. He could think of at least one test subject that didn't want to kill him. So that was nice.

His head whipped around to see what the sudden loud noise and come from and instantly regretted it. It took his spinning head a moment to register who it was that had just crash landed in the room. "Sergeant Karina? Are you alright, ma'am?" He would have gotten up to help her. But he guessed it'd be another minute or two before his head was ready for that.