It never fails to surprise him to find the face beneath the crazy to be altogether pleasant. If he'd seen this guy on the street somewhere, it never would've struck him as a face that belongs to a violence-loving maniac. He likes that contrast. It keeps things interesting.

He glances down at the arm briefly, perhaps out of small concern for putting any sort of weight on his arms, but the guy doesn't seem bothered at all by his wound. So with a slight shrug, he grabs his arm to quickly hoist himself back up.

"Henry."

Fortunately for Midnighter, nicknames or codenames don't phase him enough to ask. It's so commonplace back home, he barely gives it thought, and simply takes it as it is.

"Get stabbed by spears often?"