"A... lot of people, actually," Brock says, squinting, because holy shit, this kid is gonna get so super murdered. Brock almost feels bad for him.

But anyway, more importantly, his arm that is a little bit broken is maybe a problem. This kid might be a really good actor, but Brock is running under the assumption that it's not an act and that he really is that genuinely nice. Or naïve? Maybe both.

"How are you gonna help me with a busted arm? C'mon, maybe we can find something to splint it," he says, looking around for a door. The halls are littered with science labs, so it shouldn't be hard to find something to use.