He looked okay save for the black eye and the busted lip, his long hair hanging loosely behind him, his braid in a tangled mess. He himself was int he same cuffs, giving that crooked smile he always gave and a nod.

"Yeah. No prob." Harth smiled a bit further. C'mon boy. Do what you wanted. He moved closer to Quatre and leaned weakly on him.

"They told me I was expendable, Quatre. No idea what they're gonna do."