Karr was not used to relying on anyone, unless it meant getting off, in those cases he did enjoy a little assistance. He manged to get himself mostly upright and cracked a small grin to the elder. That had been fun, the hurting just meant he'd pushed the limits, something he always had enjoyed. He happily accepted the bottle of whiskey, he taking a long drink and groaned loudly in satisfaction. There was just nothing like the first drink after a bloody fight, it was almost as good as sex. Ok, so maybe better than some sex.
He wiped his mouth with one bloodied sleeve after he had drank enough to take the edge off. He grunted and waved Logan's concern away with a rough shake of his head. "'S jus' skin, skin heals fast." It was true, his skin healed very fast, though perhaps not as quickly as Logan's. The cuts were still there, but had already clotted over, so the bleeding was stopping. He drew in a long breath and looked at a one of the deeper gashes in his arm, grunting again.
"Heh, sure did. So," he announced as his eyebrows climbed his forehead. He turned his eyes to the older mutant, that shit-eating smirk returning to his lips. "Where're the broads?" He'd been prmised, after all.