[ A quick nod in thanks before jumping right into treating the wound. It won’t be his cleanest job by any means, but at least he can stop the bleeding before any help makes its way up here. ]

That’s right. [ His tone slows into a more casual candour. There aren’t actually a lot of stakes to this mission besides personal brownie points for not letting a simulated man bleed out. ] Over five years of poking and prodding dead blokes and slowly making my way towards treating—

[ He pulls down on his medical knot as tight as he can. ]

Fake ones!