That's what Donnie likes about Accelerator. No nonsense, checks emotions at the door.

"Thanks."

He's already looking for the stains, the holes. The slice from a blade isn't as obvious as the bullet hole, a nick in the side that prompts him to look at his plastron again, finding just the barest mark. That one could have been worse if he hadn't been fast enough or familiar with fighting someone with swords.

The holes won't be a problem to fix, and he supposes he can figure out how to get rid of the rest of the blood. The follow-up question finally comes and Donnie sighs as he leans back against the couch, tossing the jacket back onto the coffee table.

"Being stupid I guess."