Am now. [He flexes his hand inside the glove. It's dented but still operational. Sparks turns to the beast, but it's taking this opportunity to high-tail it into the brush and get away while it still has one functioning head. Instead of pursuing it, he just calls out after it.]

Yeah, that's right! That's what ya get for sneakin' up on a fella like that. [He's going to pick up his singed hat while he's at it, looking it over with a frown before dusting it off and popping it back on.]

Thanks for the heal. You didn't get hit, did ya?