Panda was ready to take a small stroll, a small bag clipped to his stash in preparation of collecting a few trinkets, when he spotted his mailbox slightly different. 

Panda was busy patching his leg, hardly noticing the other mumbling at him, but then again, it was unnaturally quiet around in the shed the two survivors were holding up in for the night. Nothing much you can do in the dark, if anything you run a higher chance to get yourself eaten. 

After a long moment of nothing, he spoke. “Uh- It’s fine, just, need to keep it bandaged and all that...” Another quiet moment passed as Panda finished up the wrapping by tieing it off, the white fabric already showing red from the wound that just wouldn't colt. It was frustrating.