"Yeah...I'm aware that was abit of an understatement." Grimmer smiled weakly, noticing Vera's expression as he reluctantly lifted his elbow. He didn't want to waste time here, but the soldier seemed rather insistent, and his concussion was making him far from enthusiastic to argue with anyone. Therefore he was silent about how he always carried medical supplies with him, and could just apply them at home. The bandages proved rather useful when he was hit with walking canes by angry directors, or beaten to near death in abandoned basements by some fomrer Czech Secret Police.

Speaking of being beaten to near death in abandoned basements, his concussion was beginning to hurt even more than the headache he got from that incident. He really did want to drink some water and isolate himself in a dark corner until his head felt better. Or beat a certain purple-dressed clown to death. Either one would be great about now.

"Maybe stupid is the wrong word; but the other words are...more inappropriate, and I'd like to call him that anyhow." He gave a broad grin towards Hitsugaya, before he looked down in confusion at his scraped knee. "Can't you heal your scrape like what you did before?"