[ Matt has landed with his back to the wall, breath coming quick. It takes him a moment to slow himself down again. ]

Oh, I'm f-- [ A stutter of a pause, as he looks back to Liem and sees he's still on top of the corpse he just dispatched. ] --ine. I'm fine. [ He takes a step towards him, offering his hand to help Liem up (and a lopsided smile). In the heat of the moment, he forgets any concerns about keeping his wrists covered. ] I know we're running on a tight schedule here, but maybe a quick break? Just so I can catch my breath.

[ Maybe meditate for a few minutes. Like dancing, fighting seems to use different muscles than Matt's used to, even when he's only participating at a distance. He's still not sure what his body needs in these circumstances. ]