"D...wayne." He starts and shrugs it off, moving past it so he can turn his nose up at her. "Why don't you scoot your ass back to the good ship lollypop, Shirley Clemple." He puts his hands on his hips and then drops them to his sides when he realises how stupid that would look in his frilly shirt.

"Yeah, me too." He likes not being hurt, coincidentally. His eyes travel back down to the cuff on her wrist, raising a brow at it questioningly. "Fuck, they got you too? So just how dead is Joel going to make me?" That's his way of asking if she's alright as well.