He winced at the smack even if it didn't hurt too much, helping up his rather beat-up thug and dusting him off. The guy was unconcious and drooling, and he sheepishly dumped him in a pile before moving on to thwack a beefy, crow-bar weilding fiend in the head with his hand. He was trying to hold back, but the thwack sent him flying into an alley and onto some garbage cans with a huge CRAAAASSHHHH! If that didn't wake the whole neighborhood, he didn't know what did.

"Hey, I'm doin' the best that I can here," he muttered over to Mornbein before she could say anything.