That a very suspicious squint right there.

The grabbyhands drop and Ghoul lets out a grumpy puff of air. "Don't flip it on me, we're talkin' about you!" He sees your game, Jet, he's a regular Sherlock Holmes over here. But he shrugs, and after a moment, flashes Jet two thumbs up.

He's all right. Some bruises and tender spots, but this is nothing compared to his regular scraps with either of the brothers. "Y'didn't do all that bad..." Oh, look, he's trying to be reassuring. Isn't that precious.