[ Shoulders heaving, Shizuo stands a little straight, but doesn't turn. He merely lifts a hand to press against his forehead. ] I can't tell. I don't feel sick. Meds probably worked.

[ He notes dimly that he's still wearing Gin's trench coat and begins to undo it, shrugging out of it. He doesn't notice the drool, but if he did he'd probably be secretly proud of himself. Take that Gin. He finally shifts to stand with his side to him, eyes dropped, arm holding the jacket outstretched. ]

Thank you... for the coat. Thanks. [ A brief pause. ] And your legs? Eyes?