The Stranger hesitantly paced, having not expected River to step between themselves and a Uriel who required words.
"[color=chartreuse]Sir Pox-[/color]" They began, taking a small step to a side and looking in their direction as they began to speak. While the small figure was seemingly about to attempt to formulate a question, they spoke about having a hypothesis. These very words silenced The Stranger who very intently watched the person, shamefully retreating behind River. However, they took a few steps away on the mention of their pain involved in being cut down, placing a hand briefly on River's shoulder as they passed, the face of their mask having never lost focus from the holes of Pox's.

"[color=lightgreen]If I can make an assumption[/color]" The Stranger mimicked, stepping closer before stumbling a small step to the side to pause before gingerly descending a single step towards the table. "-[color=lightgreen]this force can cross worlds[/color]- [color=lightgreen]but do not despair[/color]- [color=6ecff6]it's frustrating being in the dark like this[/color]" they spoke with Pox's recently provided words and a repurpose of River's defense as they lifted out a foot before losing the conviction behind planting it on the same level as the mess.
"[color=chartreuse]Uriel[/color]- [color=lightgreen]we should be closer to the exit[/color]- [color=lightgreen]That is[/color]- [color=lightgreen]a massive[/color]- [color=lightgreen]coincidence that[/color]- [color=lightgreen]this world[/color]- [color=lightgreen]connects at least in that way[/color]" they managed to speak mostly in more of the doctor's recent vocalizations, finding the will to instead quickly skirt the mess in the direction of the bunks that Pox was. At the personal risk of others' ire, they approached the man and quickly dropped to a knee, holding both hands over where most would anatomically suspect their heart would be before they stood once more. Hesitating awkwardly with arms reached out towards them, they instead withdrew the gesture and curled their hands back to their chest, offering them another nod before turning back towards the table in the center of the room.

"[color=lightgreen]I[/color]- [color=lightgreen]can[/color]- [color=lightgreen]write[/color]" they mused before taking a deep breath and gently stepping down with dull clicks of their boots against cobblestone even while they took deliberate steps around the mess on the floor to lean close to the table.
A metal-tipped finger hung poised, an audibly shaky breath being drawn from The Stranger before they drove their finger down into the mess.

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*An arrow being drawn back to themselves*

[I]Ahnciel[/I] recoiled, nearly about to wipe off their finger on their robe before catching themselves and instead clenched a fist with their other hand. They made a rather painful swallowing sound before putting metal back to blood and wood.
"[b]FOR THE INTEREST OF TIME, IT SHOULD BE CONDUCTED THUSLY. IF I MAY QUICKLY APOLOGIZE: I AM SORRY. BLOOD IS NOT MY CHOSEN MEDIUM AND THE[/b]-" was about as far as they got before violently shuddering, shaking their hand in some primal need to free the gore from their metal fingertip before emitting a soft hissing sound. Discomfort permeated the local area while Ahnciel continued to clutch their other hand to an ever more tightening fist and held it across their chest, their other hand out as far as it could reach. They looked between local people before continuing. "[b]MESSAGE SHOULD BE QUICKLY DESTROYED. REASONS. A GATE TO THE ELSE FLOOR OF NEXT IS NEAR. GROSS. GROSS. ELSE. WORDS THERE. ELSE. THERE[/b]" their message continued along what space they had before deteriorating into blatant hemophobia, reflected by how 'The Stranger' now introduced as 'Ahnciel' shook their hand and scrambled back a few steps and inelegantly tumbling up the steps they'd descended.
Desperately, they proceeded to try to scrape the mess on their fingertip off, onto the wall.