Lee sent off the demented clawing woman -- who apparently didn't think it was mean to try to kill someone, but a slap qualified -- and swiped at the blood trailing down his cheek from the claw marks, more annoyed by it currently than the gash seeping on his arm.
He got back up, made sure his legs would hold him after that curse, and took off back into the fray. He'd probably been lucky so far, but hopefully that would hold for awhile longer.