The Russian licked his cracked lips, the piercing set within the tip of his tongue flashing briefly in the dim light. He turned his tired gaze back towards the girl, and offered another of his crooked smiles; showing off the crooked teeth on one side of his mouth.<br/><br/>"Th't v'ld be 'preciated," he commented, a flicker of thanks glimmering within the depths of his single eye. Normally, others didn't help unless he had an unusually large wound, or if it was their job. The offer of helping with his more minor injuries was something to be especially thankful for, and he tried his best to show it in his facial expression.