Sam drains a swig from his beer to brace himself a little. He doesn't like seeing Nathan like this. That they've probably both had worse is besides the point.

"Bones of steel, huh?" he asks. "Just when I think I've gotten used to this city."

He focuses on Nathan's hand, next, mostly checking to see if there's any bleeding or swelling before fixing the wrap job. He'd done pretty well, considering he'd only used one hand.