"Good. Some of these bitches out here is cray. You'd need to be a pro like me to handle them." He gestures to his slashed-up face as if it's a badge of doing something well, rather than of making a mistake; truly, it was both luck and skill that got him out of the Cornucopia without any fatal wounds.

"But stick with me and I'll look after you, a'ight?" Punchy's now taking it as a measure of faith that Hyperion's a good guy. After all, shady people don't act sad about the dead or give out their real names!