Wha--? [ He grabs for the sketches closest, scrubbing a hand over his face and then back through his mussed hair. ] You got something stuffed in your ears, mate? I'm not ruddy going back there. Thought it was pretty clear I wanted nothing to do with the lot of you.

[ He feels an immediate surge of protectiveness when Mick picks up the drawings that flutter and land near him, mouth twisting. It's a struggle for him to get to his feet but he manages and stumbles over to get those papers from him. That close it's clear he's met the business end of more than one person's fists. He sneers up at him.]

Nothing's wrong with me.