"It's fine." He give sit one last rub and drops his hand, folding his arms across his chest and squaring his shoulders. "I"m fine."

Yeah, he's a little achy, a little bruised, but it's fine. That's the result of getting into a brawl with somebody who knows how shit you are at hand-to-hand. All for the amusement of something bigger than themselves, too. He glowers briefly up at the sky, as if that might teach the Authority to stop picking on them.

It's a pointless gesture. But it makes him feel better. Slightly.

"Are you?" He did...kinda wail on you a bit there, bud.