[Glancing up, Kanda holsters the weapon and then follows Lancer's lead, vaults over the counter to land beside the man before he shrugs, face twisting in distaste.]

Last time we were down there, some piece of shit bit me. Had to get a whole damned series of shots to get rid of the infection.

[What should have been a strict and rigid series was really more like three, total, given the nanites in his blood. They'd done far more to repair the damage than any damned vaccine ever could.

Glancing from Lancer to the open door, he makes an impatient noise and starts the descent. He thinks it's overkill to send two level fours on a supply run, but hey. He's here as the 'hired' guard so might as well play the part.]

Where are we even taking that shit? He never actually said.