Dylan watches her, then curiously looks down at his hand as she speaks - or rather where his hand should've been. He only vaguely registers his recommendations at that point. (Something something clothes and -- ugh, Tommy Bahama.)

"...Huh," he comments, still looking at his wrist. "That's weird." He looks down at his right arm too, where the bite was. The wound there is completely gone. "Huh," he repeats.