Krystoff had come to for a bit, groaning to himself. He'd listened to the conversation long enough and the sweet smell of pizza had finally floated down the long hall to the infirmary. He needed sustenance in the worst way. He pulled the IV out of his arm and sat up, taping a square of guaze against the hole. "That's gonna sting tomorrow..." he murmured, then looked back at Jack and Xavier. "Skinwalkers are bad news Jack, you should have said something before all this." Krystoff had studied the Blackwell histories extensively, as well as any bestiaries they had collected from other Slayers. The Blackwell bestiary was a huge text, made by Malthias's ancestors and added to by himself and his adoptive children. If memory served Krystoff right, as it always did, there was a small description of Skinwalkers in the very comprehensive book.

Sighing and grimacing, Krystoff took off his ruined pants and pulled on a spare set of sweatpants he had stored behind a cabinet. He had hideyholes all over the houses, ranging in clothes, money and fake passports, as well as weapons. Many of his siblings called him paranoid, but tonight proved that someone was personally trying to kill them. It had been a long night though and Krystoff had nothing left in the tank. "You should talk to Dimi, Jack. You're not alone in this." He patted his kid brother's head and nodded to Xavier. "Glad you're okay kid. And you, get some food for yourself too!" Krystoff grinned as he took the plate X had gotten him and the X's own slice, quickly walking away before his brother could say anything. He was already chowing down even as he went towards the kitchen, looking for more.

When he got in, Krystoff laughed at the word lard-ass, getting the chuckle past a mouthful of pizza. He winked at the dog and took a small bit of meat off his slice and showed mercy, throwing the treat to the dog. "Thanks for the pizza, Dimi. It hits the spot! But did you get soda?"