[Pain does tend to make Prior snappish, although only once it passes a certain threshold beyond the daily and into the debilitating. Still that's less this stranger's fault and more his goddamn leg. Any other person would simply have stumbled and moved on.

He takes a deep, steadying breath, lifting his head so that he meets Dirk's eyes across this weird shoulder balance, looking like a pair of inept Russian athletes doing a floor routine.]

No, no doctors. I just need to-

[Brace a little harder as he straightens his leg out and puts his weight on it. Painful, but pain he's prepared for: pain he knows. He even ungrits his teeth after a second or two.]

Sorry. I mean, not sorry, you crashed into me. But sorry that I didn't just fall over and swear. Next time.