"Do you need to... rest, in any way? That does appear to be a fair quantity of blood." Roulette is rather familiar with how much of one's own blood can soak one's clothes before it becomes an actual problem, and Robin doesn't appear to have quite hit that point, but it's still quite a bit of blood.

Roulette can't help his steps hitching for a moment at the sound of that name. The only one in his universe who knows it is his murderer. "He was trapped by the IPC?" he asks, instead. "How terribly unfortunate for any Avgin." Just as it is for any Aeragan. "I'm sure he was grateful for your assistance, if he loathes the IPC as much as I."