Jiraiya got himself off his back and crouched in front of the pinned critter. "Thanks," he nodded to Trowa as he grabbed a bar towel and curled it around the very painful and profusely bleeding but not life-threatening hole in his palm.
"Now," he returned his attention to the doe-eyed whatever-it-was, "I'm not really all that angry with you, kid." It was just a kid, he realized. "would you mind explaining exactly what you just did to me and why you did it? That was really unpleasant and uncalled for."