[Adrian is going to need to catch Rosso, who stumbles when he sees Adrian's approach out of the corner of one eye — he's wired enough to register this as a threat initially — and he only stumbles further when he realises he's safe and there's something warm to collapse against. He's going to soak Adrian's clothes with various shades of blood when he does.]

Everything fucking happened. [That's his initial answer, and it's as honest as he can be about it. Everything happened so much. His wounds sting, his mouth hurts because he thinks he must have unhinged his jaw too wide when he ate that human all of an hour ago, and one of his big ears hurts, too. Rosso has yet to register that there's a nick in it.] People frenzying, monsters attacking... bigass fucking bird swooped on me and tried to make me its damn lunch.

...

Most of this isn't mine.

[The blood, he means. That doesn't make up for the gouges or the torn clothing, though. This is one of those times Rosso's glad he wore junk clothes out there — stuff he knew would get messed up for one reason or another and isn't particularly attached to, because all of this is going right into the trash. He's not even going to try to salvage it.]