Even with the exhaustion and the pain, he'd be hard pressed not to crack a slight smile at that. Not as generous or easy as his usual, but a smile all the same. "What are you on about? I lost my third arm, didn't I?" His functioning arm (cautiously) pats the opposite ribs, as if to indicate the missing arm, before he shakes his head a little.

"It's good to see you, Kaisa. How've you been?"