Hisoka squeezed Jou's hand briefly before he fought his way to his feet, lightheaded from blood loss and still a little unsteady. He listened to Urahara with calm, sharp eyes, though, feeling them narrow a little. "Well, that'd be nice, considering that we had two inches between Jou getting gutted like that instead of me, and he doesn't put himself back together." Hisoka sat down heavily, making a disgusted sound at the blood everywhere, sighing. "What've you been working on?"