The boy was bleeding. Ross reached into the pocket of his own jacket and held out a handkerchief for Mr. Holm, wordlessly; an intern's politeness didn't mean that he had to suffer in the lift.
"Oh?" Ross said, "What sort of favor leaves one with a knarl?"
He was curious, he had to admit - and since the lift hadn't started moving again, it seemed he would have a few minutes to look into it.
"Oh?" Ross said, "What sort of favor leaves one with a knarl?"
He was curious, he had to admit - and since the lift hadn't started moving again, it seemed he would have a few minutes to look into it.