[u][b]Hisakawa Hiroki[/b][/u]

[i]…Smart? He thinks I’m smart? What gives him that idea?[/i]

Hisakawa was temporarily lost in the turmoil of wondering how, exactly, someone thought he was smart, but if stopped freaking out for two seconds, it’d make sense. After all, his talent was related to being a good student, which is definitely misleading. He’s not smart, he just knows how to pay attention, and how to reproduce the information—though even then, that’s begun to fail him.

Well, in any case, the internal logic of his world was set back in order. Just in time for him to notice the entire conversation had gone on without him. He should probably point out that he had totally tuned out of that last part there—though, actually, it might be better if he worried about the pressing medical concerns that he was now partially responsible for. Was it really a good idea for him to have volunteered for this? Sure, he knew something about biology, but he was no professional. He really should have just left it to better suited people, but no, he had to get all prissy because he didn’t want to talk to Aurel, which didn’t make much of a difference since Aurel was part of it now, anyway.

Currently, the plan seemed rather nebulous and people seemed to be talking it out, but more than anything, Hisakawa was anxious to tend to the wounded as soon as possible and then go have a breakdown somewhere. Though, what he [i]should[/i] be more worried about is the wounded themselves, and how they really needed to get tended to now. He doesn’t want to interrupt discussion going on, but he needed to get something done, at least. He gave it a moment of thought, trying to think of what he could do, before settling on a plan.

“I'll grab supplies. I'm not super fast or anything, but I, uh…” It was a bit of a risk, potentially overselling himself, but he felt he could probably do this right, “I can get what we need. Stuff to suture and clean the wounds, and get the bullet out.” He pulled his monopad out, using his map to find where he would go for the supplies, planning out a route in his head. There’s was probably a first aid kit somewhere, but that wouldn’t have stuff to suture. Where would... hmm...

A frown came to his face, “Um…” He looked up, looking up to find the face he was looking for. His gaze soon settled on her, before quickly darting to pretty much anywhere except directly at her, “Uh, Yukimori, right? Um, I was thinking I’d go to your lab for some stuff, but I don't want to go into your space without your permission. So, if it's alright with you, may I go through your lab to get the supplies? Uh, I understand if you don't trust me to. You can come with me to make sure I don't mess anything up, if you want. Or, you know, you can handle it yourself, also.”

However she responded, he soon after made his way to grab whatever he could.