"Of course it's not broken," he snapped through his teeth, his jaw clenched as he resisted the urge to cry out. Immediately he regretted his tone, taking a deep breath before apologizing. "Sorry... I don't remember how to be nice to people anymore." Eventually Arc gave up on trying to stand, choosing instead to lean his back against the cold canyon wall. Sweat beaded on his brow, but his color was slowly returning after he started to rest. "I don't think it's broken. I can move my foot, but I can't put any weight on it, and moving my hip is difficult, probably dislocated." Arc ran the possibilities through his head, more slowly than normal because the pain was like a heavy fog settling over a valley floor. It was almost impossible to see through.<br/><br/>"Well, Mrs. Long Story, it seems you're right about being stuck here together. I'd much prefer peace to fighting. Fighting is messy. Wastes ammunition. Wastes life. I think we've done a good enough job killing each other already, so yes... yes i'd prefer to stay civil." Arc's voice trailed off a bit as he slowly lost himself in thought. His imagination had a tendency to run away from him at the least opportune times. Then, at least, he was able to catch himself and return to the cave with the stranger in the middle of a sandstorm in the dark. What a lovely day it was turning into.<br/><br/>"If you feel like sharing the details, I don't think either of us is going anywhere for a while. You wouldn't, by any chance, happen to have any pain killers in that pack? I'll trade for them."