"I'm fine enough. I'm a SOLDIER, I can handle some troops," Zack said with a lopsided smile, pushing down the fresh memory of a swarming fire-fight and dropping missiles. The fight had scarcely even begun, but there had been so many of them ('some' was a gross understatement), each gun barrel aiming for him alone: Even so, there was no surrender...not for the honor of a SOLDIER, and not for the protection of his ailing friend. The odds had been far from in his favor, one man against an army, but all he could do was fight for his life and for Cloud's -- regardless of whether it was an end or a new beginning.
The worry on his friend's face, however, was a point of curiosity... They were both in the military, accustomed to battle, but clearly something was bothering him. That wasn't the hesitancy of an unseasoned infantryman worrying about the inevitable wounds of a fight, but rather the look of someone who almost seemed to be expecting Zack to be hiding a fatal wound beneath his armor. Sure, it wouldn't be the first time Zack fibbed about how 'fine' he was after a fight, but normally everyone was playing along, often doing the same for their own injuries.
"Mostly they just got grazes on me. The SHIELD medics helped patch me up when they were entering me into the system here," he added after a brief moment, gesturing to a bandage on his upper arm: a bit of blood had seeped through, and it was not the only one, but none of the injuries appeared to be crippling in and of themselves. The perpetual fatigue felt more pressing that the bullet-grazes he had hadn't dodged quite quick enough, and it had taken the adrenaline of the moment to try and push that down for the fight. Here in the quiet, it weighed down again...an exhaustion that had never completely gone away in the past few months. He wondered if sleeping on a bed would help.
Or maybe sleeping without having to wonder if Shinra would find them and grab them in the night.