[He scoffs.]

For throwing me my gun. But if you don't want the gratitude, that's fine by me.

[He moves to holster his shotgun, trying not to wince the entire time. Rufus then moves closer to Alec, his steps a little uneven, and feeling like his joints just went through hell and back. He ignores the blood; it might be nasty to look at it, but the drake missed anything important, and so-]

I take it you're uninjured? Because we've got a reward to pick up now.