He could say he wasn't worried then, that the fact that Punchy had a gun didn't mean he was at all concerned about being shot. Even if he hadn't been a full cyborg at the time, near entirely metal and bulletproof, Punchy has never held any threat for him other than in negligence.

He opts to keep that to himself.

"How are you?" His voice is raspy, raw not with yelling but more akin to disuse. He's mostly communicated until now in grunts; even in Thirteen before this he had stopped being terribly communicative save in very specific cases.

Punchy is a specific case, as odd as it is to hear a man who looks like he's gone ten rounds ask his apparently physically healthy visitor how he is.