"... Learn to shoot better drawing with my left?" That was a plan of action, wasn't it? Broken fingers and bruises didn't mean he had to sit on a couch with his feet up, and this was hopefully enough to tell Hill he didn't intend that. He wasn't going to be foolish about his small injury, but there wasn't any asking for time off.
Monkey Fist Cult probably sounded much less ridiculous in Chinese. Maybe. Again that bit of embarrassment. "Yes. I've ran into his cult before. They're a martial artist group, often for hire. I believe he was simply testing his skill." Now a shuffle of his stance, arms folding as he looked away to the edges of the room. "It's something their members seem inclined to do." Connor was not a fan of the old warrior way of seeking opponents. But then, he was practiced Aikido, which was much less about winning and more about avoiding being hurt.
"The problem is that now defeated, I'm not sure what is best to do with him. The Monkey Fist Cult is often hired to assassinate. Leaving him to go about the business didn't seem... proper. Nor allowing him to take more drastic measures if he is too shamed by his defeat."