There's no real time for satisfaction that Patrice's hit had connected because they're still in danger, and also his vision is all messed up because he's an idiot, just like Presley is saying, and also because he's on the ground and getting shoved.

Half-heartedly, Patrice kicks at the blurry blob that is Presley before stumbling to his feet, hand pressed to the wall. He squints into the darkness, which doesn't help at all. He's poised for something else, but he knows he's pretty screwed at the moment.

"Vision's messed up," he says a little breathlessly, wanting to inform the group. "And quit being a dick, Pres."