A little instant regret might be refreshing, at this point, and if Miles is going to die again anyway -- and apparently come out of it looking...well, not terrible -- then maybe he can afford to abuse his liver a little. He gratefully takes the stick from the other Miles and pushes himself to his feet, a little shakily, but one broken leg's only so much of a hindrance to him. His smile is tight and thin-lipped, still a little too pale, but maybe once it's out it'll be...out.

"Oh yeah?" He tries for an offhand laugh, but it just comes out as another wheeze. Yeah, that hadn't been a great fall. "Where's that?"