Margolotta taps the point of hers on the ground to catch his attention.

"Just vun of the many reasons you must learn to trust instinct again, boy. Permanent damage is hard to inflict upon us. Overthink, and you lose the advantage of your reflexes."

She waves an irritable hand in the general direction of his torn and bloodstained clothing.

"Enough, perhaps. Go and find a new shirt, you look disgraceful."