"We can't all sit around bleeding to death, either," Childermass points out before pushing himself up to sit. He spares one look down at what he's wearing and wrinkles his nose, clearly displeased, but, again, it's the least of his problems right now. "And yes, I am."

He adds that, looking over towards Yuya with a faint smile.

"Though as much as I imagine we could sit around and talk about just that, I think we're expected at a concert."

Which is to say, time to go.