Gore wasn't in truth that injured - but, he decided, he better make the most of it. He needn't attract any more attention to himself - it seemed no one knew who he was in here, and he ought to keep it that way. He accepted the hand up, and gave the flying slig a beaming smile.
"Thanks, much 'ppreciated. Ugh, I don't feel too well, this place is too crowded... mind if we go outside? I could use a breather... and that psychopath over there ain't helpin'..." He gave a filthy look to CD.
"I should be OK to walk, I think..." He hobbled over to the door and took a breath, then stepped just outside and leaned against the wall.
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