Chris moved to stand by the man, leaning against the wall by him, "Worse shit out there, Becche," Chris shrugged, rolling up his sleeve to show his crucifix tattoo, "This? Didn't hurt at all. Was fucking wasted out of my mind, but even without it, it's fine. If that mother fucker can handle it," Chris nodded his head to the guy in the chair, "You can sure as hell do it."