"It feels...fine. More than fine, actually. It wasn't your fight anyway, but I appreciate the sentiment." There's a thoughtful frown on his face as he looks up at Blaze. All this attention focused on him and his health is a little unnerving, and suddenly feeling exposed, he tugs his shirt back down. There's something perhaps a little more noble about Blaze, and her fight. Seeing her in the mud of Milton Keynes doesn't suit her somehow, and he doesn't like the thought of her being in it. He turns to Angel, swallowing the rest of his discomfort. "And the help you've given now."

Remembering his manners, he reaches out to take Angel's hand. He returned her greeting earlier, but somehow it doesn't quite feel like enough for what she's done for him. If she lets him, he'll press a brief kiss to the back of her hand. Something he didn't exactly try with Blaze, considering the circumstances they first met in, and how she was very clearly a soldier. But something about Angel invites him to be more polite, to be more than what he is. "Thank you, ma'am. It was a real pleasure to meet you."