One eyebrow quirks faintly at that, but he doesn't follow it up, merely giving Spike's own arm a cursory look to make sure he's going to be okay too before nodding wryly.
"I guess we should." He picks up his coat but the sleeve is in shreds and it's not worth saving; he's sure he can get another from the shops in The Row in the morning. That's where it came from in the first place, after all. He chucks it back down on the ground, and turns back to Spike. Suddenly, feeling on the same side as Spike against the raptors and the AIs, talking to him doesn't seem so hard.
"You're really up for getting a blue band for all three of us?"