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Ken Blast! looked at the heating grate as he heard a low rumble coming from it. He saw a hand protrude out to give Ken Blast! the bandages. He hesitated for a bit, mouthing What the hell? to himself. He then took the gauze and wrapped it around his arms. He then looked over at the cloaked figure walking away from him. He said, "Hey, if you don't mind, I'm just gonna sit here and wait for my... wounds to heal." He said, not really expecting a response. He wasn't so much snarky, as he was distracted from the fact that there's something lurking in the vents. After all, he really could regenerate, though with the intensity of the wounds it could take quite a while. He waited for the cloaked figure to exit the room completely before heading over to the heating grate. He lowered his sunglasses and peered in. "What the fuck was that?" He whispered to himself.