[Alex glances up at the other guy's face at the sarcasm, brows arching slightly before he grins, a flash of white against the darkness. Newt might catch a glimpse of his canines, slightly more prominent than they technically should be (for a human). At Newt's comment about bleeding, Alex makes a soft sound in question, lifting his fingers to gingerly touch the spot. A grimace, but he drops his hand.]

I'm good. [He glances down at the bag, however, leaning to grab it and grimacing again because he feels like one giant bruise.] Shit... You didn't happen to get the number of that truck, did you? [His fingers grab the bag's strap and he pulls it free, again shaking his head.]

Honest, I'm fine... It'll heal. [Only he doesn't mean in the next few days; he means it will heal almost fully before they've even gotten off the shuttle craft. The scent of blood was heavy in the air around them, people crying and screaming as they fought to get free. Golden eyes focus on Newt again and he gestures toward the opening.]

We should get off this thing... even without power something could spark or the whole damn thing could collapse. [Hed noticed that Newt was standing with his weight uncentered, favoring one leg more than the other.] You need a hand? [Sure, Newt could refuse, but he could at least offer, right?]