"Well..." He looked down at her, recovering from the spin somewhat gracefully with all things considered. With the markings of Ceres, Londres Nova, and all the other various tattoos that were pressed into his chest, it was surprising things weren't a bit more messed up. He agreed, though, that it was fortunate the doctors put her back together properly. "I am well known for my prudence and avoidance of danger. Some would even consider me cautious." He had the three slashes across his abdomen from a broken beer bottle, the cuts across his chest at the left armpit, the three bullet holes beneath Sarah's Line, the scar above his hip that seemed to perfectly fit the shape of a rebar pipe. He was essentially in perfect shape, no wear and tear to speak of. "You sure all of your tattoos line up properly?" His eyebrow raised ever so slightly, jokingly challenging that assumption, as she went about cleaning the wound.