He places the letter onto the worktable he has set-up in the middle of room. It's stacked with file boxes and old files. He leans his crutches against the ledge, hobbling for a second into his chair, needing to sit down again. Once in his seat, he can get a better look at the letter. He isn't sure, but the stain she indicates could be blood. It has to known until he runs through the lab.

"It's probably best if you don't anyone. Considering she's dangerous," he says, nodding, peering hard at the letters again. He sighs, looking up. "I can probably get the spot tested at the station to see if it's even blood. But....I assume you know how to deal with the translation."