He takes the handkerchief with a nod of thanks, too exhausted for anything else, and appreciates the quiet as he scrubs away the drying blood. At this, though, he blows out a low breath. Tucks the handkerchief in a pocket, straightens his black hat.

"Well, that can't be good."

He levers himself up a little unsteadily, but at least doesn't go back down in the sand again.

"Guess I'm here for the exciting bit."