"Okay, okay. No jokes, got it." Pyrrhus looked into the kitchen and saw the broken fridge against the counter. Hardly a fitting way for people like them to go. "I'm just glad to see you're okay at least." He leaned against the all himself as the adrenaline continued to die down and all his accumulated minor injuries that he'd been ignoring began to make themselves known. He grabbed his shoulder. "Ow." He looked up at Phoenix with a grimace. "Guess I'm not quite as agile as I thought." He tried to ignore the pain as he looked her in the eyes. "You are okay, right? I mean, other than the arm and ankle?"