[Gepard's hand lands on his arm, and it's warm. He's getting a little worked up over there, but he thankfully has good enough control over himself not to get overly loud. There are a lot of feelings underneath that stiff white uniform and insistent veneer of professionalism.]

It's okay. It's not a bad summation, anyway.

[Including the part that he doesn't say. One option is that the guard would stop at nothing to arrest him-- another, more likely option is that they'd stop at nothing to put him down like a rabid dog. He's a monster, after all, and the Silvermane guard are trained to kill monsters.]

Usually, I'd be laying low right now, until all the fuss died down. But with things as they are at the hospital, I can't. [No stop-gaps, no workarounds. He either finds a person to snack on, or he finds out what happens when an Emanator starves.] Well. There is one other thing I could do, but it's not... really a very appealing option.

[There are some lengths that he won't go to unless he really has no other choice. And it probably provokes the same sort of visceral revulsion in people that biting a living person does, maybe worse. Is it worse to be a corpse-eater or a people-eater? A philosophical question, mostly. From a practical standpoint, the corpse is dead and isn't using its blood anymore. But it's also eating from a corpse.]