For now, he'd add. But saying shit like that doesn't help anything. Instead he attempts a chuckle, though another cough escapes instead. "Yeah, I can't believe it either."

Something about the shock tells him that the Gamemakers could've made it stronger, but they only needed him just barely, dead to let those mutts get to him. Assholes, all of them. There isn't much they can do about it now. They're doing even less just sitting here and Nick isn't going to let the group slow down on his account.

"I'll be fine," he tells them both, moving to stand while ignoring the brief dizzy spell he just got. "Could use some medicine if there are any."

But he can move, and that's what matters.