[He was inside at the first noise. Alucard hasn't had any foresight of what to bring with him, but he has on a thick pair of gloves (unbearable in the south but they have their uses.)

That gasp has him at Trevor's side in a moment. There's a terrible whiff of something that makes his eyes water (oil is terribly hard to get off, after all), but he chokes down any further reaction.]

Let me see.

[The wound, he means.]

These are the kinds of gloves I wear for hauling around wood after storms. I don't own anything thicker.