[Sighs, too, drawing his hand back and shrugging, stretching out again and arching his back until his spine pops a little, grunting]
Well... [Mrrr he's so damn sore, but can imagine you're even worse] Hopefully anyone with half a brain would have heard moaning and known to steer clear. And once asleep, snoring doesn't really scream, hey, something exciting is happening.
[...] [Reaches out and squeezes his shoulder, gently] ... It's alright. It's late... not many people are walking around.