He flashes the guy a wide grin when he laughs at his joke. "Lucky both of us, really. I'm Sam, by the way."

As soon as the ring's off, Sam starts carefully peeling away the makeshift bandages, getting an idea of how bad the damage on his arm is. He doesn't ask how he'd gotten them - honestly, he doesn't really care. They've got a trade, and as long as the guy isn't attacking him, Sam's more than fine with patching him up, no questions asked. Fortunately, Sam's got plenty of supplies to clean and stitch those gashes up, and he gets to work, carefully cleaning away any debris and excess blood first.

"I've got some antiseptic here, but some of these are gonna need stitches, and I can't do much about the pain, man," he says apologetically. "Really, though, the ring helps you fight? Does it need to go on this hand?"