He was so glad to see her that he almost forgot about the mounting pain in his hand. "Yes. Two fingers, at least. Maybe more. At least my arm feels okay. Okay-ish." When she turned to lead him back inside he let her, the cold settling in through the adrenaline and nerves. The pain grew rather urgent, but not blinding, as they reached the infirmary, and he carefully removed his coat entirely, wincing as it dragged across his hand.<br/><br/>When it was out of the way he took the pill and threw it back, swallowing it dry before he offered her a coy smirk. "Badass, huh? Well. Good thing you already want to sleep with me, then." He peeled his sleeve back and grimaced at the skin beneath, already an angry purple-black from the middle of his arm up to the wrist. He grimaced as she felt along the bone, ignoring the ache of the bruise for any sign of sharper pain that indicated fracturing. Fortunately, his initial assessment was correct--his arm, at least, had only sustained bruising, though if the giant had squeezed much harder...<br/><br/>"No," he said quietly. "Like I said, I've never got up close with one before, and when they attacked Safeco I didn't have anything long-range enough to kill them with." His fingers twitched as another jolt of pain shot up his arm from his hand.<i>Yes, thank you, </i>he thought in mild irritation,<i>I am aware that my hand is fucked up.</i>"All I ever dealt with from that army were the foot soldiers. Men in red shirts with crude melee weapons--spears and swords made out of jagged steel. Doesn't sound like much but when they outnumber you a hundred to one." He shook his head again. "For the record, I do not recommend getting into it with the big guys. They hurt."