Nigel lost himself in thought almost immediately after he spoke. The stranger's query registered in the disoriented man's mind but it was too late for him to reply with the arrival of two new strangers to the fold. The trio exchanged a few words while Nigel eyed one of the newcomer's attire, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. The crimson dye it held was off-putting but Nigel's fog riddled mind couldn't connect the dots for a good few moments. It wasn't until examining the crimson clad stranger face did Nigel realize the cloth held blood, not dye. Nigel's eyes went wide as the scope of that much blood dawned on him. Surely it wasn't really blood? There just seemed to be too much, an unnatural amount. 

"Pardon my interruption" Nigel began, turning his attention to the blood drenched man "but is that blood you're covered in?"

With this question out in the open Nigel's mind began to work in overdrive as he processed all the information he had just heard. There was panic wracking his mind but he pushed through, focusing on the facts given to him rather than the fear of uncertainty. He remembered heading to Yharnam in search of healing, the blood-ministrations must have worked, but the mentioning of becoming a hunter or signing a contract rang no bells in his mind at all. Perhaps this was all still part of his nightmare? He was certain he was awake but in dreams that was usually the case.