Pyrrhus followed her, amazed at how well she was travelling on one foot. The tub was probably the best idea, and he was a little pissed at himself for having risked her safety to let him in. "It's nothing too bad. We never practiced parkour while having that many objects flying at us." He took off his trenchcoat, which he noticed had ripped at some point in the race. His shoulder and knee both protested as he took stock of himself, seeing a few more rips in his shirt and pants, blood coming from a couple of them. "Nope, nothing serious. Might need to go see the masseuse tomorrow, but that's it." He rotated his arm a little at the shoulder, hearing a slight pop.