Stepping back out into the Medical Wing, Sechs had his mind focused on two things: keeping aware of his surroundings and his physical welfare. It was an unnerving concern; having been a nearly invincible cyborg before, Sechs still wasn't fully used to the extra vulnerabilities of an organic body. He didn't like it one bit.

So far Sechs felt nothing going on in his body, just the constant worry over whether he did the right thing or not that filled up his mind. With his increasing sensitivity towards his physical self, Sechs could only find that his stomach felt strangely empty, like he never drank anything at all...

With his flashlight and machete back in his hands, Sechs paused for a moment to allow Ritsuka to catch up. The Replica's mood was worsening, but he still wanted to help the cat kid get his medical supplies, especially if he were to use such tools to help other victims of the institute's experiments...

"So, any ideas on where the medical supplies may be stored 'round here?" he gruffly asked, directing his question towards Ritsuka as he peered into the darkness that surrounded them.