Red-handed completely. He snorts, shifts still his stance is that much lazier (tension means pain, right?) and passes the whole thing off by glancing outside despite the fact that she's not actually looking his way. "Don't worry, I ain't about to bust my gut any time soon."

The stitches have long since healed, anyway. Whatever's bugging him is dug in too deep for all that.

"You planning on riding them any or are you just gonna talk to 'em all night?"