He looks at her, wary, waiting for another punch or more yelling. When none comes, he blinks, steps closer again. "Well, yeah. You're...welcome." He smiles back, slightly less shy (in fact, not shy at all). "You ready to head home, or still need a few? Between the resuscitation and the time jump, you're doing pretty good. Impressed you're carrying on a conversation, let alone the bruise developing on my cheek here."