When Cheryl finished she lightly patted Jake on the shoulder to let him know and he was up, carefully, only to sit on the log next to where Connor was sitting on the ground. He waved for a swig of shitty alcohol before passing it back and looking down at the other.

"I'll be fine, just gotta heal up. Sometimes you're lucky when you die because you're all healed after...not so much for those of us who leave injured." He cradles his shoulder a bit with a wince. "I've had worse though, should have seen me once when I got completely laid out right in the exit gates. Had to crawl my way out and even then I only got out because someone else distracted the killer. Luckily alien dog demon things can be pretty easily distracted...no brains."