Shinjiro was hurt, but he's ... used to it. Also, used to trying to hide it, shifting to rest his axe on the shoulder and arm that hadn't gotten hit. "Don't worry 'bout me. You mentioned this is some kinda dream - so anything that happens aint even real, right?"

Unlike his maroon jacket, however, the blue costume more easily showed tears - the blunt force of the strike bruising him beneath would need to be inferred.

"So - how do we get outta this place?" Shinjiro asked her. "It all goes in circles."