If Eugene weren't feeling a little annoyed by the turn of events this evening, he may have registered some kind of embarrassment at being caught half-undressed as the pretty young redhead walked in. Instead he peeled the shirt away again and let the blasted wound breathe for a minute. "Evening, Miss MacFusty," He nodded with a ghost of a smile. He knew that surname pretty well, but she was certainly not one of the big, brawny, Scottish giants he was used to associating it with.

"Pity you don't keep whiskey stocked," He added with a little chuckle, though it kind of hurt so he quickly stopped. He plucked the glass of water from the air and took an appreciative sip all the same. She looked all business and was probably ready to leave soon herself, which Eugene could appreciate as it was exactly what had landed him in this position in the first place. "Well you see," He grimaced a little as he tried to put the water down and readjust his position to fully slide the one side of his shirt off and show the full impact of the tebo to the healer. "People are idiots and think that exotic animals make great pets." It was a doozy and that shirt was likely ruined.

"But they're not and then I have to deal with it and tebos are not known for their friendly nature, or willingness to come quietly as it were." Not how he usually would have addressed a lady, but for one, he was pretty sure she'd dealt with worse and two, he was feeling a little extra salty at this point in his day.