"Oh, God.. That doesn't sound very promising," he wrinkled his nose and moved to ease back onto the table to sit down, his hands holding at the edge of the table, on either side of him.
He nodded, "like I said, I don't think that it would be broken? Can you stand if it's broken? Your knee, I mean? Putting weight on it is possible, it just hurts like bloody hell."
He smiled and looked down, shaking his head, "I'm no wizard, Doctor." He lifted his focus back up to her, watching as she studied his knee. Biting at his lip and flinching just a little at a particular poke to his knee, his brows pushed together and he canted his head to the side at her question, "uh.." He shrugged, "I had to go fix a satellite. In the blob storm. My chaperones got overwhelmed by a zombie swarm or something, I don't know. They told me to stay put. A young woman helped me escape. Well, her and a friend. Chief Avery too. Eventually. Though, not without having to chop, stab, kick, hit, and shoot our way through lurkers, I believe they were called."
He chuckled with another shrug, "I ended up covered in brains, blood, and blob. drenched in blob, really. It was awful."