Keeping the splinted arm close to his chest and as much above the heart as he could hold it, he started walking with the others. The adrenaline was still coursing through his system and he didn't start to lag behind for the first ten minutes. He still felt like he had been hit by a truck, though. The bone-deep ache was inescapable, especially with his arm.

While he appreciated that Pete and Vegas were here (and Kinn never thought in a million years he'd be appreciative of Vegas being around,) the one person he wanted wasn't here. And that hurt just as much as... whatever ran through him earlier.

"It felt...just like a bullet going through. And I swung wide, took out a beam by accident." He didn't even realize there were tears tracking down his face.