David rolled his eyes lightly. "Nice to see you too," he retorted with a small chuckle - much more than that made bruised ribs object, but he was getting better at the half-gestures. A second glance once the robe was off confirmed David's earlier judgment; after being sent somewhere that had seemed much more dangerous, Arla looked better than he did which, while blatantly unfair, was also sort of nice to know.
Both arms came up on the side of the pool, and David rested his chin on them for a moment to take a break from half treading water. "I'm a bit banged up," he replied, no point in trying to pretend otherwise. "But I'm fine. Ran into an old friend on the field, so I took a side trip back to the tunnels to drop him off before I came back here." Shatter, always headstrong - it had taken all of the old authority Postman could muster up to convince the younger Morlock to go back home and take care of the newer recruits.
A slow smile spread across David's face after a moment, mischief in his eyes. "Don't tell me you were worried?"