Tim takes a step back from the new arrival. About his age. Badly wounded, if he's taken the time for that makeshift bandage that looks like scrap cloth. That would explain the missing shirt. It also goes a long way to confirming that this is some sort of pitched battle. If it comes down to a fight, Tim hopes the kid has a TBI already.

He's a bit stuck on the slang mixed with the pinkie swearing. It's so incongruous that the phrase just sort of hangs there in the air, and Tim blinks. "What - I'm not going to attack either. I just got here."

His hand gestures upwards, in the direction of the other guy's face. "What happened?"