"Pain?" he asks, somewhat confused. And then he catches on. "Oh, you mean the injury?" He nods to his shoulder. "Well to be truthful it hurts, though not so much as my wounded pride falling down the steps." Grr. "Really, there must have been some sort of thing on that... that guy's claws of his because I just can't even walk in a straight line without desperately grabbing onto something!" He's practically flailing with one arm as Enj is helping him amble his way... somewhere. Of course, with his motor skills still somewhat impeded, it looks even more like flopping around really.

"I just..." Hm. What is it he really wants? He knows, but even that's not enough. "I just want that guy caught," he amends, more serious than he usually is.