"Self-preservation?" Brow furrowed, Danny feigns confusion. "Don’t think I’ve met the lad. Not interested in a blind date, either." Oh, it’s not that he’s entirely self-sacrificing. Danny Quinn has no intentions of dying, and no death wish. He actually does like the world he’s living in, most of the time. By-the-second plans and improvisation make it seem the opposite, a lot.
But it’s more than that. Danny isn’t willing to stand by and let someone else take the hit. It’s not in his nature. Never has been.
That’s what got him in trouble trouble today. It’s what gets him in trouble a lot. Right now, his ribs can attest to that. The bruises can attest to that. Didn’t really care while doing it, but he’s starting to care now.
Though standing, he’s bent just a little protectively over his ribs. Favoring his right side. At least it wasn’t someone else. No one’s going to be able to convince him he should be otherwise.
"Got to think about the other people, now. Exhibition is for strangers."
Might be in pain, but he can manage a really good wink.
"Of course you haven't, otherwise we wouldn't be in this mess. I think I might take it upon myself to introduce you."
He's standing though, at least. He's not standing straight and he's cradling his ribs, but it's something. Becker will take it. He doesn't have to stay on his feet long, he just has to make it someplace better.
"Because I have to try--is there any way I can convince you to let me take you down to the infirmary to have you looked at?" The way he's holding his ribs makes Becker worry. "They wouldn't be strangers there. We could put on a show."
There isn't actually a chance in this life or the next that Becker would do anything like that anyplace like this but he's hoping he can smother the actual request in enough bullshit that he won't notice the stink.
