[He's on his way to the hotel when he hears the familiar little ring tone from his Gear. True to his style he'd resisted anything more than the most basic of care, ignoring the protests of the Joys when he simply walked out of there. He'd allowed them to clean the multiple shallow wounds and give him something for the toxic gasses he'd inhaled, but other than that, he just wants to lie down and will himself better.]
[That's how he normally does it. It hasn't failed him yet, even if it does leave some discomfort, pain and lightheadedness when he navigates the streets through the buzzing crowd.]
[The name on the screen is a little unexpected, but appreciated, and he accepts the invitation for video transfer with the habitual ease and without much thought. He might look a little dazed, but composed.]
I'm okay, Heather.
[He figures that's why she's calling - he was there to see everyone film and broadcast before he made way out of there.]
[video]
[That's how he normally does it. It hasn't failed him yet, even if it does leave some discomfort, pain and lightheadedness when he navigates the streets through the buzzing crowd.]
[The name on the screen is a little unexpected, but appreciated, and he accepts the invitation for video transfer with the habitual ease and without much thought. He might look a little dazed, but composed.]
I'm okay, Heather.
[He figures that's why she's calling - he was there to see everyone film and broadcast before he made way out of there.]