Have you gotten shanked on top of a stone slab at some point?

[It's dry – he really doesn't think godtiering is a thing for other people, let alone that it's a likely possibility given all that blood. And...god, fuck, that's a lot of blood. Dave looks faintly nauseous, honestly.

Dave finally picks the sock off his collar and drops it on Wash as if that little bit of fabric might help before hurrying over the the laundry chute. Unfortunately, him getting shoved down it before made sure anything sitting at the top of it got shoved down with him, so Dave is stuck staring at the empty chute door for a second before heaving a sigh and shaking his head.]

One minute. Try not to get an elevator dropped on you this time.

[And then he swings himself through to slide back down the chute.]