[It was the only thing he could think of at the time. All the same, he looks at Hanna and then down at himself. A few cuts and bruises from skidding across the pavement when he was a bat, but... other than that, he seemed to be in one piece.]
Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. [He crosses his arms and glances at him.]
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Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. [He crosses his arms and glances at him.]
...Who got shot?