"Right where you are, thank you." He took another slow breath to steady himself, breathing a little easier when it was slow instead of gasping, but even then he knew his ribs were cracked if not actually broken, and he wasn't letting himself think about the kind of problems that would cause in the 'needing to run away' portion of the job, since they wouldn't be able to mirror-portal back to the office.

Instead he used his good arm to indicate two places, his forearm and his upper arm, "Hold firm here, and here, if you would, and don't flinch." Any time he'd had to force a joint back into the socket in his multiple escape attempts, he'd wedged it against a door frame, or between rungs on a gate, anything that would hold firm while he moved, shoulders were easier than knees or hips, he remembered that much, but it was still going to be unpleasant, "The sound will be... well, it sounds worse than it is, I promise."

Once he was sure Charles was actually holding tightly, he gave a nod, stuffing the back of his wrist, and the cuff of his jacket, between his teeth before just wrenching his torso to the side, doing his best to bite back the cry and blink through the spots in his vision again, flexing and curling the fingers of that re-located arm just to make sure there was no lingering damage.