Salem still held a look of concern, but Joe's display of non-acrobatics at least proved he could move around without immediately crumpling into a pile of broken flesh, so it couldn't have been as bad as he initially thought. "Well...Okay, if you're sure. And yeah, don't worry. We'll make sure you don't turn into a vegetable." He was trying to at least help lighten the situation a bit. Concussions were serious, and if it was unclear whether or not Joe had one, Salem would continue to be worried.<br/><br/>From down the hall, Mary responded to Joe's insistence that she speed up. "Calm your tits, I'm coming," She said, opening the bedroom's door a few moments later. At first she'd wondered whether or not she should dress nicely or not, but then she remembered Joe was coming, and his sense of fashion would immediately cancel out the efforts of anyone around him. As a result, she went with a much more simple ensemble of track pants and hoodie, along with some very dull-looking shoes. It wasn't anywhere near as horrendous as Joe's outfit, but it certainly wasn't fashionable by any means. More a 'lazing around on the weekend' outfit than a 'going out to a restaurant with friends' one.<br/><br/>"Ready when you are," She said, giving Salem's arm a slight nudge to get him out of his current state of freaking out internally. When he was zapped back to reality by the motion, he gave the others a nod and headed out.