"You'd better. If I'm going to die, I want to die nice and handsome," he said, as he climbed down, jamming his fingers in the cracks between bricks to do it.

He adjusted his pack and his spear in its holster as he landed on his feet.

"You're looking, uh...alive?"

She looked not really good, but not-dead was still a good thing, right? Meanwhile, one advantage to his perpetually mussy hair and unkempt appearance was that unless he was in really dire shape, he looked mostly fine.

"Are you hungry? My sponsors went crazy this arena."