Serge stops, looking down at the blood on the concrete, frowning and bending to touch it with a gloved fingertip. "It's still wet. This has gotta be pretty recent, someone's just passed through here and they're hurt."

He straightens, opening his mouth to say something. "I don't really like it, but I think we've got to..."

Serge... A voice, faint and feminine, and hauntingly familiar, just on the edge of perception.

He trails off, looking at Kid. "Did you... say my name, just now?"