"Yeah." He blinks at his hand - the shock's still stopping him from feeling it too much, but he doubts that's gonna last much longer, "Just hurry up, before it sinks in how stupid that was."

He says it almost like he doesn't really care one way or the other. He does, he'd really appreciate staying alive, but Dodger's got a very bad case of Resting Bitch Face Even When Genuinely Upset. He's already working on carefully picking glass out of his knuckles, cursing under his breath.