He's attentive, nodding and curious as he tugs his jacket on. The sooner they can make some heads or tails of what the Darkwalker is, the sooner they could try and do something about it. And he's too used to falling into these creatures headfirst to waste any time considering resting first.

But the question makes him pause, midway through sliding a sweater over his head.

"I, er." It's... not a question he often considers. Not one he has the time to. If he can keep moving forward, nothing else matters. It's only because he's asked that he actually takes a moment to consider it.

More than anything, thought, he's... tight. Tense, fresh scars that haven't learned to stretch yet. His hand hurts, the pinky and the bite mark making the veins there sting with particularly fresh clarity, but - he shakes his head, as he pulls the sweater down fully. "N-no, I'm- I'm fine, really. Everything's already healed over."

But it does make him self-consciously aware of the fact he just half-stripped in front of a complete stranger, and his face burns as he picks up the bottom half of his outfit. "Keep talking, I-I'll just-- One moment."