[He'd seen Richard angry and frustrated and disassociating before, but this was something different. There was fear here, though based on their previous conversation of nonchalance regarding the limits of death in this place, he considered that particular matter closed. He'd rather die than lose a leg anyway; he was the only Chem-Baron who had turned their back on body modification.

He would trust Jinx to make him a new leg if it came down to it, but he'd rather remain whole. It was all part of his power over himself; he didn't need modifications to be terrifying.

He hummed softly at Richard's verbal clap-back, watching the younger man. Perhaps the idea of his loss was a touch more bothersome than their previous conversation had indicated. Surely Richard hadn't come to care that much about him that the threat of his demise would affect the other? Or was the idea of abandonment, of being alone if he died?

As he weighed his options, he shifted his leg off the table so he could put his boot back on the floor. He pushed himself to his feet, wavering as pain shot up his leg but at this point, there was a harsh throb as the limb continued to swell in the protective make-shift bandage. He made a point of stepping on the leg, even as blood began to already strike-through.] Three to five blocks if I go slowly. If we are attacked again, adrenaline will no doubt prompt me to do whatever it takes as long as the leg can hold.