Apart from a decent dry cleaner? [ He says, like he doesn't just wash his clothes himself, and like there's not blood all over him (but, to his credit, mostly other people's). ]

You're more interested in contracts, not combat. [ He winces as he settles into the chair and his body makes it very clear, in no uncertain terms, how he feels about this treatment. ] It's not as if medicine is going to see much use.

I can treat my own leg, but I suppose my back could probably use a little first aid. [ He shrugs off his tattered coat and leans forward, lifting his shirt to reveal a crisscrossing series of bloodied knife wounds marring his back. ]

I can't say much for their skill, or else they'd have been able to wound me more deeply, but their enthusiasm is unparalleled. [ He shifts a little and hisses. ] I suppose numbers does even the odds a little.

[ And, of course, the uniform is a wash. He'll have to get new clothes. ]