The sound of First Aid's venting ceases entirely, his frame going stiff. It feels like his mind has gone blank-- he can't think about anything at all. He should have known that it was too good to be true that Trailcutter was fine. If the dead could be alive here then-- no, he had never thought about the possibility of Pharma.

After a few long moments, the optic mechanisms behind his visor dilate and he begins to move again, as if his joints were suddenly unrusted and freed from whatever frozen state they were in.

"I see. Thanks for the warning." He'll need to start carrying a gun again.