[it's not his first time regaining consciousness somewhere strange all bloodied up. It only takes him a few seconds of sore confusion before he leverages himself up and starts collecting the things scattered around the rooftop, sword and sheath. It's a few minutes before he tries his door and finds himself locked out. And it's less than half an hour before he's climbing resignedly down the outside of his building with one mostly broken hand and a badly cut arm to land silently on his balcony so he can break the glass open. It's not like a few more cuts are going to make a difference by this point]