"NO," He answers. His hand goes up to touch his hornless head, then drops back down. The clang the metal make causes him to wince. "Was... distracted."

He'd not even considered looking for it. He'd barely had a damn thought but for getting inside and getting the helmet up and off and figuring what the motherfuck got done as to make his head feel like this. Perhaps he ought to have waited. Too late now.

He lifts one hand up though, just to show off the claws. He had that, sweeps worth of strife, and highblood strength.

"AIN'T ALL DEFENCELESS UP ENTIRE. Nothing as what I can give though."