Nick had managed to throw his attacker off of him with a flash of his goggles. He wasn't scraping the bottom of the barrel, but the kick he'd taken was about to run dry, too.

"I'll write you up a schedule," he decided, grinning crookedly as he attempted to navigate the stairs. One foot, the other foot, good hand on the railing. "Wednesdays gonna be good from now on? We can do this like clockwork, I'm sure."