Are you gonna ask me to count how many fingers you're holding up? [ Bigby says - a touch dryly, though there's something serious about his tone and his body language that doesn't seem to fade. Like he's on such high alert while still in the middle of this situation that he can't just drop that serious attitude, not even while talking with someone he actually trusts.

Even if Fraser hadn't already been here for long enough that he couldn't be one of the traitors, Bigby is pretty sure he would have trusted the other to not be one anyway.

Thankfully Bigby doesn't seem to sway. The man is sucking in deep breaths like he's still recovering from the blow, but he seems capable enough of standing on his own feet. ]

I'm fine. Just-- fucker got me from behind. Feels like they're everywhere right now.