[There's the barest flicker of something like resentment when Lexa takes the bandage from him, but it's minor - there and gone, sensibility overcoming the immediacy of some small, simmering anger. He takes the bandage back once she has the backing peeled from it.] Floran, his shirt.

Oh, right. [She shifts the emergency kit from her knees and helps peel up the edge of Callix's dress shirt. There's more blood here, sticky and bright red, but the wound itself looks mostly stopped up by the earlier paste. Kun-Kun smooths the bandage over it with another hiss of pain from Callix, a grumbled 'You're terrible at this.'

When he's done, his hands are smudged with blood - fingertips bloody. Kun-Kun wipes them on the leg of his athletic pants, some faint tremor still evident.]

I'm friends with Sheena Frey. Not through the organization, just-- friends. I can probably get you into contact with her.