Kaz looked at the man who was approaching him. Thank god I'm not the only one still walking. He turned to the security kid. "Take care of her." Turning his attention to the newcomer, Kaz grabbed the man's arm, his hand screaming in agony as he did. "Dislocated, huh?" He'd done this a couple of times before, usually after a particularly wild night of partying. "All right. This'll probably hurt a little." He gave the arm a strong pull, hoping he wasn't doing more harm than good.