[John let's out a small sigh of relief. The kid isn't screaming in pain and from what he can see, it isn't too bad. He'll need some cleaning and a tetanus shot for that cut, but it could have been much worse given the time of their power-loss. As it is, John makes a show of looking over his shoulder, then turns back to the young man, a smile quirking his lips up.]

Looks to be. And I think that means I owe you a pint, mate. That was some impressive speed. Also, you're either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Probably both, though. Let's have a look at that hand, eh? I'm a doctor.

[He holds out his own hand, watching Fiver closely for any other signs of more serious injuries.]