Ford's eyes went slightly wider behind his tattooed mask for a brief moment. Oh, that had won him some breathing room, he made a mental note of that. That was something to play up. First he would need to learn more about just why that had won him some space, hopefully the hairy man would open up a bit to let him know just how to spin things. The truth of the matter was, he was not nearly as indebted as Logan, nor had his memory retrieval been as complex or difficult as Logan's, no where near so, but at least he had found something to get those damn claws off his skin.
His hands moved quickly, one to his throat where the claws had been and the other to stop the bleeding along his tattoo. "That's likely going to scar, you know," he muttered with a sneer as he tried to stop the blood. He frowned slightly and looked a the other man again, swallowing slowly. "Infirmary? Why are we going to the infirmary?" He clearly did not like that idea, but he at least nodded in response to Logan's little speech. Unfortunately, he manged to momentary forget about the man's hearing and murmured under his breath, "Like Magneto has anything to worry about from a metal-laced imbecile like you..."