"It's...it's Finnish. It's technically cursing, I guess, but it might as well just be punctuation for most of us."

But even as he's replying, he's casting an anxious look around for something he could use to get that substance off this man's wrist. Getting too close to it seems like a bad idea, they could be here all day...but when it was on him, there was a prickling sensation that seemed to imply it was well attached.

He starts to rifle around in his backpack, looking for something to try and pry it off, and...hm.

The sight of an old handheld Yashica camera stirs something in the back of his memory. Slowly, he looks over to the other man, narrowing his eyes and speaking slowly.

"...Hey, man, do you...."

(Why does saying this make him feel nervous?)

"Do you trust me?"