"Ribs." He replied, taking as deep a breath as he could manage, holding it for a moment, trying to pinpoint just where the pain was, but not fully able to because of the lingering ache of everything else, the relocated shoulder, the bandaged gouge, the various scrapes over both hands and up his arms.

He let the breath out slowly again, still wheezing faintly on the exhale, "Back, same side as the shoulder. I landed hard." A little shake of his head, mostly because he knew his hip was probably going to be protesting later, after the fall and the walk, but for the moment it seemed alright.

His brow creased, trying another slow breath, finally shaking his head, "It's a bit like when I had asthma when I was still alive." Another little head-shake, "Alive before, I suppose."