"Not a bad place if you like an active night life," Casper answered with a half-smile she probably wouldn't be able to see in the fire-lit darkness anyway. The smile died the moment she made that noise, rubbed away with a hand on his mouth, but for half a second he felt clever. "Odd question to ask when you're the one yelping," he growled. He'd been lucky to escape the crash with minimal injury, though every muscle in his body ached and his head was still throbbing dully.
"I'm fine," Casper grumbled a moment later. Nothing hurt enough for him to complain about, especially not when she looked like she was in real pain. "What's wrong with you? Besides almost getting walked on," he tried to alleviate the guilt with a not-quite-joke. He wanted to get her out of that jacket so he could look at whatever was wrong, make sure she'd taken it care of it properly with his own eyes. Just because rescue was on the way didn't mean there was any reason to get careless.
But he yanked back on the impulse. Brooks had been trained by the best, and he wasn't doing anyone any favors by not trusting in that.