[Depending on how quickly Hogarth rights himself, he may just spy a small kid about his age wearing saffron and gold monk's robes flopping end over end onto the ground.]
....oof.
[The kid's head is covered by the capelet of his robes, but that doesn't stop one arm from raising as he proclaims:]
no subject
....oof.
[The kid's head is covered by the capelet of his robes, but that doesn't stop one arm from raising as he proclaims:]
i'm okay!