Lowering his arms, Brock tested his new bandages. A bit crude, but they'd keep him together. All things considered, he was probably lucky that Kasady hadn't tried to disembowel him, because Brock was seriously doubting he'd be able to survive trying to hold his guts together, symbiote or no symbiote. Stifling a pained grunt, the blond pushed himself to his feet, and was unpleasantly surprised to find that he got more than a little dizzy just doing that. Possibly blood loss, but he was sure his symbiote was working overtime to fix that (hopefully, 'cause in truth he really didn't know how it went about tinkering with their shared body).

It also wasn't helping matters that Parker was good and shirtless and too close, so close that he probably would've reacted in some way if it wasn't for the fact he was still injured.

Brock limped a few feet away to put some distance between them, and turned. Standing up on his own two feet helped bolster his pride more than it should, and there was something to be said about the difference between lying on the floor like an invalid and standing on his own feet.

"Well?" he asked, and rather than explain how he got into that position, jumped onto the most pressing topic after Kasady. "What's with your Logan pal?"

They had a feeling he could be trouble, and he seemed to be all over Parker's shit. That was already a strike against him. But if they were to be enemies, they'd have to pump Parker for information and what better to get it than when they could clearly see that the Spider was confused and feeling awkward?