"It ruined all my stuff. I like my stuff." Mick growled as he looked at every item he owned, now damp and useless. It'd be days before anything was good again. He looked at Leonard and then back at his shoulder, wondering how they'd bandage that without anything dry. Did the closet work yet or what? "How much does it hurt? Do you need painkillers or would you settle for a strong whiskey?" Cause one he could offer, at least.