He doesn't even realize he's bleeding until she touches his forehead, but he's too awestruck by that face to pay much attention to his wound, much less the damage around them. "I'm okay," he assures her, suddenly reaching for her other hand, as though he's afraid the wind might carry her away. "Ay, Maria. It really is you! I thought--"

It's only then that the fumes from the wreckage reach his nose, and he looks at the broken vehicle in front of them. "...Woah."