Wikus looks up at Steve when he clears his throat, blinking slowly, expression still rather blank, as if he's taking a long time to process that someone is actually speaking to him. The mention of bleeding has his brow furrowing, and he looks down at his chest.

Tugging at the neck of his shirt, he peers down at his chest, frowning at the new patches of exoskeleton that are starting to break through his skin.

"What's the point in bandaging me up if I'm gonna keep fokken bleeding from new spots?"

It's hard to tell if he's actually answering Jim or if he's just thinking out loud.