No problem. [ Arcade laughs shakily, not fully steady as he wipes his hands hastily on the ends of his coat. He isn't going to be sick over this - he has seen worse, he's decided, as he falls back to slump to the ground in a loose sprawl of a sit - but he doesn't exactly feel well about it, either.
He glances at Jayce as he pulls the battered battered water bottle from where it's tied to his belt alongside his pistol in its holster. He briefly considers offering it as he drinks, but sets the thought aside as soon as the mental image of water pouring right back out through his wounds leaps to the forefront of his mind. Maybe it's better he just stay quiet, for now. They'll have to start the laborious process of hiking back out to the trucks soon enough. ]
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He glances at Jayce as he pulls the battered battered water bottle from where it's tied to his belt alongside his pistol in its holster. He briefly considers offering it as he drinks, but sets the thought aside as soon as the mental image of water pouring right back out through his wounds leaps to the forefront of his mind. Maybe it's better he just stay quiet, for now. They'll have to start the laborious process of hiking back out to the trucks soon enough. ]