Leaning over to read the line, Barnaby sighed and slowly pulled the cloth back. He honestly hadn't remembered the sand, and he hadn't even considered it would have gotten into the wound. That was careless of him. And with Kotetsu panicking next to him--Barnaby wasn't really sure why he was worrying so hard; they've been injured on the job before. This was nothing new, even for this world.

"I am not," he muttered, but it really did seem pointless at this point. He decided to just stop bothering with trying to do anything to his arm on his own; he'd need water or disinfectant to take care of it properly. But they honestly didn't need to bother a medic with it. He just leaned against Kotetsu, dropping his head on his shoulder. That woozy feeling was taking a bit of time to pass.

"Miss Amaterasu, Old man, I won't touch it. But I can make it to the mirror just fine. We don't need to force a medic over here; I can just go to where they're stationed."