Ogreon appeared to begin the wounded man's transport to his medbay, when suddenly, he turned to ask Van, "Are you coming too, Vweknd?"
Van wasn't sure as to what the diplomat had called him, but he figured it was a less-documented language on the Clangst's translator. After all, he had previously appeared to speak Galactic Common; it was likely that whatever sent Ogreon into such a panic was strong enough to make him revert to a more familiar tongue. That was a common reaction, in Van's opinion.
The pirate responded, "Mmmm, nah, I have the business to do on the my ship. And to be on the honest," he winced, "I don't want to be around the wounds so nasty. The internal bleeding is pretty bad. I can nearly find the smell of it!"
Van then stepped away. His odd speech and posture made his discomfort obvious. He didn't like the looks of this situation. Ewa seemed similarly disturbed, which was a comfort to the pirate. Though, he also wanted to know why.
Giving her a glance as he turned towards the door, "I could give you the clean up in the Palkoris. It will look like the mess for now, but I have the facilities you need. And the quarters of the Captain are clean. Besides, I don't like the looks of this either, sichaasi."