Linus gives a small laugh. "Yeah, yeah. It's about all I can do, but, you know. Kicked ass at the obstacle course." He notices the bruising on his conversation partner's arm, but if the guy's not that concerned about it, neither will he be. He's dealt with stubborn injuries before, and only some of them on himself. "Yours was --" He isn't quite sure how to continue the thought, because he's not sure what Sal's was. "Your fighting was good. You looked like you knew what you were doing." He tries not to glance down at the arm again.