"I'd hate to see what you called serious injuries," he says, with a weak little smile. It sure had seemed like a lot of stitches, and Bruce had confirmed that it was. Still, he was damn glad he wasn't dead, too. It had seemed likely for a bit of time there. He's faced death before, and walked away unscathed, but the threat of a tiger isn't something he'd ever thought he'd have to contend with: it's man and not beast that scares him, more often than not.

"So what're my orders? Don't pull the stitches out, don't go get in another fight with a tiger...?"