"/Probably not but I'm going to do it anyway,/" he shrugged his shoulders and peered into the room after Miguel, "/Christ, worse than my room.../"
Nik initiated a process now. Firstly, he pulled leather gloves out of his jeans pockets and put them on. They were missing the fingertips so he'd still have a grip but his hands would mostly be protected from the vase shards. Secondly he produced a rubber band from the same pockets and tied his hair back. Like a Boy Scout, he came prepared.
"/Nothing,/" he admitted freely, "/I gained consciousness and there's three guys standing over me with a fucking flashlight. I was still coughing up a little water. First reaction - fight./"