Korrin flicked his wrists lightly, wicking off both blood and venom from his stingers, and then felt as the muscles in his arms contracted, pulling the spikes back up in-between the bones in his arms. "I am alive," he stated calmly in response to Kintya's role call. He rolled his shoulders and stretched out to stand up at his full height. "Though unsurprised by the fact. This enemy had little training, and little chance to have truly survived. An unprepared assailant is as good as a dead assailant." He spoke calmly, drawing a small square of cloth from his pocket, he dabbed the glands above his eyes with it to get some lubricating oils, and then cleaned his eyes lightly, with motions as smooth and practiced as the ones he had used to execute his opponents. "I am less interested in who was attempting to kill us then as to how they found where it was we were meant to meet, and when."