Bash, legs all twisted up like a pretzel, takes a moment to look very thoughtful. (It probably doesn't warrant a whole moment, but he's working on a bit of a delay here. Brain's feeling a bit strung out.) "We are really good at diseases." Which is honestly troubling. Somebody should probably look into that.

"You, um -" Assaulted? How does that - "No?" He reaches a hand up, eyes widening when his fingers skim the edges of his hair before they flatten it. Harshly. "Oh, wow. No. That's all me?"