He smiled at Steve, a beatific expression. It felt like it could just be a matter of time. She had to be out there, watching and waiting for him. She was too clever to be taken down by smoke and mirrors and flashing lights. He knew she was. "Nothing that I haven't done before," he said with a shrug. "Don't worry. It's just a small wound. Head wounds always bleed like crazy. At least I didn't have to stick a knife into my head this time."