The Balladeer is, indeed, steady enough to manage the stairs without much help. It's really lucky that he was hit in the arm and not the leg; that would probably make it nigh-impossible for both of them to escape anything. "I'm not sure," he replies, voice strained with pain. "I've never tried. Don't see why I couldn't."

It isn't exactly a physically taxing endeavor. At least, he's pretty sure it's not. True, he's never tried it injured, or even multiple times in quick succession, but then he's never had cause to do that either. This will be a day of experimentation.

He sits on the toilet lid, turning to check the wound again. It's hard to tell how bad it is with the dark bandage wrapped around it - but it hurts like hell. "We need to disinfect it," he says, once again flashing back to Garfield. This is not anywhere near as bad as that bullet wound. He's just seen an awful lot of fatal shootings.