The audible [i]thunk[/i] of Theran's tumble carried through the door, and Silas leaned in closer. 

[b]"Ah, Mr. Bjornson? Are yo-"[/b] Silas was cut off as the door swung inward, and he took a stumbling step back. [b]"Oh! Mr. Bjornson. Hi, there I was just ah-- Oh."[/b] 

The sight of the other researcher's wound caught Silas lost for words for an instant, and he completely missed whatever it was that Theran seemed so very excited about. [b]"Ah. Um. Yes. Very exciting stuff. Um."[/b] Silas put a hand on his own head, flinching in sympathy for the bump. 

[b]"You're bleeding [i]a lot[/i],"[/b] he blurted at last, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and pressing it into Theran's hand, [b]"On your head. It's all- Do you need a hand, with that? It's- It's a lot."[/b]