During the night he'd found himself bored and had decided to take a leisurely stroll through the Desperado facilities. Eventually passing by the gym where he heard the thump of a punching bag in use. Glancing in for a moment to spot you pummeling the bag. Your knuckles split open with blood dripping down to your forearm as you continued, either unaware or not caring about the damage. He called out semi-sarcastically and pointed to his own knuckles "Y'got a little somethin' right there."