"Oh, hallo, Rita!" He lit up his cigarette, attempting a smile that turned into a wince when he moved something wrong. "Nothing too serious. Few cuts and bruises, great big lump on my head from a rogue piece of kitchenware. Nothing a good night's sleep and a couple of pints won't cure, yes?" He inhaled happily. After what he'd been through, the cigarette felt particularly wonderful. Especially since he'd never gotten the one he'd attempted when the world went sideways. "I was out for a good spot of it, though, so I really couldn't say." He had a thought and reached in his pocket for his cell phone. Opening it up, he sighed. "Bollocks. Phone's busted. Can't get anything on the screen." He looked at the crowd that was slowly milling in. Looked like nothing too serious in here, at least. Probably the worst lot were left where they were till the doctors could get to them. "So, where were you two hiding out when this thing went all pear-shaped? Enjoying a party somewhere?"