Even when Kenshin asked, Sano grinned; he'd said everything the fighter he wanted to say when he started talking, sounding like a very tired, but very rurouni rurouni. He laughed hard, if only because doing so was the only way he stopped himself from jerking Kenshin into a hug in his relief. "What do you think I want you to say? Something that ends with oro damn it!"

Still, even that relief was short lived. Sanosuke had to agree with Kenshin that Yuffie was looking like shit, which Sanosuke was reasonably sure he shouldered at least partial responsibility for. "Uh sorry about all that, Ninja Girl." Maybe it wasn't exactly apologetic, but Sanosuke did smile up at her a bit hopefully. "Don't be too mad, okay? And it's fine if you don't want to use that bubble stuff on me. I can take a lot." Just not pens to the lungs. That hadn't gone over well.

And then Kenshin was being Kenshin. "Damn it, how much blood are you looking to lose tonight?" He didn't hit quite as hard as he could've, but Sanosuke didn't let Kenshin's wounds stop him from smacking the rurouni in the head. "If she can't heal you, fine, but we can at least make bandages. I already ripped my shirt up for something else anyway. But stop acting all tough, cause we all know that wound isn't as light as you're making it out to be."

Geez, some people. The endurance-crazy bastard was Sano's role, not Kenshin's. Not when his blood had made a damn huge stain on the wall.