Tommy shrugs, leaning in close to examine the wound without getting close enough to invade a stranger's space. He wouldn't like it. So he's not doing it to anyone else.

"I dunno. Maybe, maybe not. We came here through blue light and live on a ship in outer space. This almost seems normal."

Not that he'd actually know, but he likes to talk and he could be right.

"Venom. Is that a codename? Can you do stuff with poison?" Tommy gestures behind him. "I'll go with you."