Reese was a sturdy man. He worked hard, through the pain, in all areas of his life. He had to, since his usual strategy was to charge into a situation, guns blazing, and rely on luck and talent to get him out of the mess he'd made. Although Reese had slowed down by the time he got closer to Riley, there was enough forward momentum working against him when the bastard smashed something hard and plastic into his knees. A pained grunt escaped him as he fell, but Reese still had enough of a handle on the situation to control where he did his falling.
Sort of, anyway.
The giant bounty hunter ended up sprawled half on top of Riley in the tight aisle. He clamped his hand down on the kid's shirt, which wasn't the most reliable grip but it was all he could manage through the pain in his knees. "Ah," Reese panted. He pulled his other arm up and thumped his fist on Riley's nearest shoulder punishingly hard.
"Fuckin' give me that," he snarled while reaching for the kid's plastic tray, forgetting in the moment that his hunting knife was still on his belt.