[ Ghoul just lets him do whatever, staring at the floor. He's mostly just tired. He could be frantic, but he's not. Just exhausted, just wanting his crew here with him, just wanting to know that Party isn't dead too. ]

In my bag. [ He tells Party, dully. ] I'm fine. S'not my blood. [ You're gonna be fine, Party says, and Ghoul knows he will. Just need a little bit of alcohol. A pick-me-up, after Party's gone. ] ... Stained my boots. S'not gonna come out. I've got his blood all - all over me. All over.