Carl slashed at Oz. The werewolf whined in pain and took a few steps back.
"Damnit, Van Helsing, where the hell is that cure!" Carl shouted behind him, through the door into his lab.
"Carl, where the hell are your syringes?" Van Helsing called back.
Carl made another slash with his sword. "Oh, for crying out loud! Do I have to do everything around here? They're in the leftmost-drawer, second drawer from the top! In the storage cabinet!"
"Found them!"
"Hurry it up already!"
"Hold your horses!"
"'Hold your horses', he says. I'll tell him to hold his bleeding horses…"