"That's me," Bobby said with a tiny grin, shuffling further into the room now it was apparent that John wasn't about to throw a fireball at his face. He was walking with less of a limp now, which was definitely a good thing. "Elusive like an eel, or something."
He rubbed the back of his neck and nodded, "It's okay, how're your... various injuries?" he asked, sitting down on a nearby chair and pressing the heel of his hand against his leg as if it started to hurt just by being reminded that he'd injured it. His leg was a little contrary like that.