[His brows go up, impressed at her precise and smooth way of pulling herself up onto the floor. He himself is a combat gymnast type and he knows skill when he sees it. And the puking on him gets a grossed out look, but he doesn't say anything, having been in that position a few times himself.
He pats her on the back to help dislodge the gunk and water some more and then leans over to try and get a better look at her head.]
Oh yeah, I bet it feels like a massage on spa day. [Flat, dry sarcasm.] You probably have a concussion.
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He pats her on the back to help dislodge the gunk and water some more and then leans over to try and get a better look at her head.]
Oh yeah, I bet it feels like a massage on spa day. [Flat, dry sarcasm.] You probably have a concussion.