[It is, ironically, a very charming response on Steve's part, and that kind of makes Eddie want to kick something. ]

Sure, yeah. I bring copious amounts of fear and mid tier running skills, you bring a makeshift weapon and some nice veins. All areas covered.

[Eddie looks back down at his still bloody hands, grimacing at how sticky they're beginning to feel. Gross. He tugs his bandanna free from his hair, and does his best to start wiping them clean. It's only mildly successful.]

God, this is nasty.