The question was blunt, but Flynn worked with programmers and engineers back home, for whom tact wasn't often cultivated as a necessary personality trait, so he just grinned, undaunted.

Crossing into Will's small sanctuary, he offered him a small oilcloth bag with a bit of flourish, like a magician unveiling the rabbit he's drawn from his hat.

Ice, for his bruises.

"Just wanted to see how you're doing," he admitted. "You gave everyone a pretty good scare, man."