[ When Nelson came closer, Bradbury could smell the alcohol, and he faintly recoiled -- he hadn't realized exactly how soused the man was, earlier, and now that he was looking at him, the differences added up. Not that he probably looked much better. Actually, he probably looked more like shit. At least Nelson couldn't pass for a homeless wino. ]

Christ, are both of you blind? I don't need any first aid! [ Irritation finally made him snap out, feeling a flare of annoyance that he smothered as quickly as it came. No point in raising his voice -- if the guy was here, and Nelson had let him in, well... He'd just have to hope he was someone who wasn't about to rat out an ImPort who'd saved his life.

Turning back to Nelson, his expression faded back into something like apology. ]

Sorry for busting in like this. [ He shifted his bandaged arm, wincing as it pulled at the stitches. ] Honestly, I was just looking for a place to sleep, since I couldn't stay with the guy who patched me up. I didn't think ... [ He trailed off, lamely. ] Guess you're going by a different name these days, huh?

[ He raised his gaze, eyes narrowed at the other man, but he wasn't bringing up what had happened earlier in the evening. ]

Who's the stiff?