Uhm. My head. [obviously -- the x-shaped wound slightly off-center, but there's also a knot at the back of his head where he'd struck it on the shelf, and one hand shakily reaches up, towards where it still sluggishly bleeds.] Hit it pretty hard. Burned my back. [a bit of a weak laugh.] It was on fire when I hit it. The thing.

Ah -- the window -- [he sweeps a hand out, points clumsily towards the shattered glass, littering the singed carpet.] Careful, your -- feet, don't step in it. [koby squeezes his eyes shut, waves his hand, vaguely.] Don't get hurt.