There's a long awkward moment where Wikus just holds the first aid kit and stares at Tony, occasionally glancing off to the sides, and Tony doesn't seem inclined to go anywhere.

"Uh-" He turns his head, looking from side to side. "I'm... Going to go to the washroom. Where there's mirrors."

And hopefully no Tony.

Scurrying off to his destination, he sets the kit down on the counter, he peels off his blood-speckled shirt, grimacing at how the fabric sticks to parts of his skin.