Arget paused, before continuing to wrap himself up slowly, not turning his eyes to her.  The first thing he wanted to say was 'Do I fucking LOOK all right?' but he stayed his tongue.  "Never felt better." He murmurs, slowly standing, and actually meaning it.  Between the mild shock, the relief of having escaped, being on solid ground, and being alive, he actually felt pretty good - though he knew it was only his body's defense mechanisms.  He snickered at that.  "Tell me, young lady.  Why are you still here?  If the worst of the humans don't kill you, or the freaks like the one that tossed me..." He points to the trail Mag had left in the asphalt.  "...the crossfire will." He looks her up and down, with a gentle, concerned smile.  "You should've traded those heels for something you could run in days ago." He says.  "Could I trouble you for some water?"