[If Gideon taught him anything, it's to not let your guard down until there's handcuffs involved and bombs have been thoroughly disarmed. This bomb is still ticking, and sure enough, there's the blast - he folds all too easily over Tyki's fist, and he only barely has time to bite back the grunt of pain the force shakes loose.
He muffles a cough, slowly straightening himself up half-way with a wince as Tyki steps away. There's a soft laugh, disconnected, prompted by an inside joke. All in all the punch didn't seem to throw him off too badly - Reid may be little more than skin and bones, but when it comes to being beaten up he's practically an expert.]
Yeah... looks that way. [Amused still, he straightens himself up the rest of the way. Makes a move to leave.]