[It's only temporary -- that's what Koby's telling himself, even now, even as he absently tucks the handkerchief into his pocket, rather than giving it back. He fully anticipates that Mihawk is going to get bored or annoyed and just -- vanish. That's what happens in their world, after all, with a thousand horizons to chase. Everyone seems to be born with wanderlust in their veins. Nobody stays.

Koby’s fine with that. Truly. He's just relieved Mihawk's here now. The future can wait.

Now that the metal bots are thoroughly dispatched (for the moment), Koby turns his attention to where the metal shrapnel had shredded his shin and arm and, worst of all, his shoulder. The adrenaline is fading and it's starting to actually hurt. And Mihawk's -- teasing? Is that what he's doing? Whatever it is, it has Koby's face as pink as his hair.

Huffing in annoyance, Koby turns slightly away, starting to unbutton his shirt.] You don't know me. Just because I'm a Marine doesn't mean I just -- blindly follow orders. [Not anymore, at least.

Back facing Mihawk, Koby tugs his shredded sleeve off, baring his bloodied shoulder and arm. He's wearing a sleeveless shirt underneath -- habit, layers upon layers, even now -- so he's less awkward than he might normally be. In fact, he glances back over his shoulder, arching both eyebrows at Mihawk.] I think I got most of the metal out, but -- can you check? [A beat, then:] Please? I don't want to wrap it unless it's all out.