It’s a lot of information all at once, relayed by a man who sounds so goddamn tired of the whole mess that Gabe can’t quite dismiss it outright. Because he did wake up naked and confused with a new tattoo on the side of his neck, because these people seem to think they’re living some kind of nightmare sex cult life, blood sacrifice included as proof of purchase.

Boggles the mind, don’t it?

So, he tucks the information away. He commits it to memory.

Then, very evenly:

“You got a real clinic around here or is it bullshit and leeches?”