Fine, so no one wants to lighten the mood, it's okay by him. He'll follow along after Steve and Chin, one hand in his pocket, the other swinging at his side, glancing around the little tourist area. It's kitschy and cheerful, but nearly empty, and he's not surprised Chin's trying to fill his day.

The canteen has more than a few open tables: it's more like every table, and Danny slides onto the bench of the one Chin leads them to, flexing his left arm idly, feeling the pull of torn muscle and the strange sensation of tape tugging at his skin. It's not too bad, but it still aches; so does his right shoulder, but he won't give in and stretch that where Steve can see it.

He does, however, notice with some satisfaction that a pretty solid shiner is starting to bloom on Steve's cheek.