Nigel ducked his head a little, passing her another sheepish smile in return. It wasn't anything major, he hadn't been doing anything of significance, just checking an alley to see if anyone was hiding. "Falling debris of some kind," he admitted with a little shrug. Better his forearm than his head though. That would have certainly been a bigger problem.

"A piece of wrought iron, I think." The slice was pretty clean, not too jagged, so he hoped that meant it would heal faster. Enid undoubtedly knew what she was doing, he wasn't worried about that, but he still felt bad for making her day that much longer.