John had a visible bloody nose. Everything else was hidden beneath a now even more wrinkled and ruffled shirt and looser tie, his jacket dirty. The mage didn't have enough time to really assess his injuries. They both needed to get moving, and Bryn had an exit for them. At least to start them off. He knew that explaining to the officers that they were assaulted would get them nowhere. If anything it would possibly get them into more trouble and there was no magical cover John could come up to explain their presence or what they had done. Too many minds to erase too, they'd have to make their escape.
He gave Bryn a nod, and took to the ladder, climbing up as quickly as he could manage. While he was no athlete, John was more than accustomed to running away. He had been doing it his whole life and he was decent at it.
Once he got on top of the roof, he took a moment to assess his surroundings. First, they needed to get as far away from the building and the alley as possible. Maybe heading back towards the door?