Firo's grinning triumphantly at his display--it's awesome, right?--but the expression abruptly falls from his face as he sees Phil looking... not quite well. "Hey, get a hold a' yourself!"

Firo's stepping forward to try and catch Phil when the first rat bites into his ankle. He stops mid-stride, bending over to try and swat it off. Damn it, now is not the time. "Shit, you little sonuva--!"

By the time he wriggles away from that one, another has leaped onto his shoulder to seek his neck, while another's hanging from the newly healed arm. Frantic, he looks to see how his friend is faring.