"Ss'sallright." Compton manages sounding stupifed. Rolling to one side on the slippery sidewalk and gets to his knees, which complain loudly at the abuse. Standing now, he's soaked through, the parka not much good when lying on yer back in 1/4" of slush. He pulls off the stupid looking Santa's cap he was wearing under the hood and uses it as a make shift bandage.