He laughed a little, defiantly - bad choice. One of his ribs decided to make its state known, and his laugh turned into a groan. He paused to take a mental inventory of his aches and pains before answering.

"Ribs. Two, maybe. Left ankle. Bleeding in a dozen places, but of course this all has to look like an accident," he muttered. "Just another foolish American going somewhere he shouldn't."