When Rude's fingers came in contact with his skin, Reno was tempted at first to jump away from the touch. It should have stung and made him more irritable, yet the alcohol had numbed the pain just enough that he could stand to be touched where he was wounded. "You think they'll get infected?" He really didn't want to risk an infection. Not only would it put him off the job until he'd healed, it would mean feeling crappy and then having Elena nag him about it. As much as he liked his co-worker and friend, she got annoying as Hell when he wasn't feeling good.

After a moment, as soon as he'd asked his question, Reno turned around enough to be eye-to-eye with his partner. Well, eye-to-sunglasses. "You never take those things off," he mumbled, tapping the flat of his fingernail against one of the lenses, although the same could be said about the slanted goggles still resting upon his own forehead.