assimilation - i'm so sorry about her face | cw: blood

[She startles at the sudden grip and presence of the stranger, the trance of shock that's engulfed her broken. It snaps her attention away from the blood covering her hands and dripping down her arms, soaking into the orange sweater in various locations. It looks like she's even tried wiping her hands over the front of the sweater. She's a mess, but maybe not as much as him?

Despite her condition, Velma looks concerned, and she genuinely wants to help.]

I'll help. What can I do?

[Strangely, focusing on figuring out what's wrong with this man is helping her calm down. She always felt better solving unknowns and fixing things.]