Rafael, after the throw, held onto the windowsill and leaned out as well, looking at the point of impact. The ground had cracked beneath the impact of the diamonds. There was no way that he had survived it. He frowned, a sort of sinking feeling coming over him. Had they just killed someone who surrendered? He was trying to kill them a moment before, sure, but it felt...he wasn't sure how to describe the feeling, but he didn't enjoy it. The strange thing he'd said before the fall was puzzling him as well.<br/><br/>"Yeah, probably...No idea what he could've meant. It's already blue. Mostly," Rafael said, straightening his hat again. He stepped away from the window, grabbed onto one of the curtains, and tore it down. He then tore the cloth into strips, which he used to wrap his wounded hands to keep the bleeding from getting worse. Once both hands were covered, he looked around the room and frowned, his eyes landing on the staircase again. "Ready to keep moving when you are," He said, wondering what would await them on the floor above.