So it was that the not-so-dynamic-and-perhaps-more-bedraggled duo finally arrived at the apartment in one piece. Never mind that one of them looked as though an oil can had attacked him, and the other couldn't even stand up straight. She'd even had to pause every now and then, and now she was swaying unsteadily in the kitchen and grasping at the back of a chair for support.

"How badly are you injured...?"