Well, Tyki didn't ask Herbert either before spreading slime onto his nose, so. The scars are interesting but just as something else to take a mental note of. He's not at the point yet where he's assuming that people who seem fine have been sliced in half before. He notes that the petrification has healed fairly quickly, with no apparent stone remaining in the dermis.

That determined, he removes his hands and wipes them off on his trousers...and then after some wrinkling of his nose, pulls the heel of his hand down over it in an attempt to remove the slime. It's mostly effective, even if his sleeves are still dripping with it.

"West," he responds, flatly. Like he hasn't heard that one before. He skipped two grades, he was a tiny kid among assholes, step it up, Tyki. Ask him if he's a weed. He enunciates louder this time, his jaw working around the words. "Heeeerbert West. What kind of, tea are you?"