"No, I doubt it" he replied. Maybe bruised. Maybe a bit more but he could handle it. He could cope. He had taken far worse beatings in his life. That was nothing.
So he waited, lighting a cigarette and sitting down so there was less chance of them being spotted. This wasn't his way of doing things. It wasn't his style. He bluffed and he blagged his way past obstacles. He tricked the police and conned his way to freedom. Sitting on rooftops, hiding away didn't work for him but at least they were safe.
Only when he was sure things had went quite down below did he speak up. "We should head back to the door" he said, standing up to peer over the edge carefully. "Unless you have any other clever ideas" he added, not even bothering to look back at her.