"I'll keep that in mind," he answers to Rush's clarification. He has no intention of passing out, and he doesn't think he will. There's not too much blood loss, and the pain may be bad, but it's nowhere near bad enough to make him faint.

He glances up and Rush's next words. "It's alright," he says, pulling out a clean handkerchief and presseing it carefully over the wound, then pulls the (somewhat bloodstained) hoodie down over it again to keep it in place. If things get dire, he can go find help, but right now he'd just prefer not to move for a while.

"I didn't get the full blast," he explains, voice a little strained, trying to pull as little as possible at his stomach muscles as he tries to shift into a more comfortable position. Or as comfortable as you can be, sitting on a concrete floor, leaning against a hard metal wall. "And I heal pretty quickly."