"It's a nanocoagulant amalgam," says Corliss, while Mike stoops down and recollects some of the tools, and Corliss' cube computer. Corliss reaches over and cleans off some of Asda's tools with an antiseptic wipe. "It contains particulates that anesthetize wounds, clean them, prevent swelling and seal wounds up for a short time. It speeds the healing process, too. It's not perfect, but it does in a pinch." He gestures with the pincers he's cleaning. "Reckon biofoam serves a similar purpose. Too bad the humans don't have something like it, it would prevent a lot of those awfully unnecessary stitches."
Corliss smiles over at Asda. "She has arisen! Look, get some rest, you. Morgan can take care of ya. Make sure she gets antibiotics, I have some if you don't. When you see me again it hopefully won't be with this mug, but I know you'll be okay, yeah?"
He looks up at Mike, then at his other friends. "So. What do we do with Mister Cavan Everett, bounty hunter extraordinaire?"
