Billy raked a hand through his hair, taking stock of his health. He was...fine. There was a minor sting in his leg, right where his jeans looked slightly torn, but nothing that couldn't be fixed. He was sure he wasn't infected, that wasn't from a scratch or bite.

"Fine. I've been through worse. And I didn't let myself get completely out of shape just because I'm not fighting anymore," he added, feeling a little defensive. He hugged his arms around himself.