[ He frowns back at him when Cisco pokes at his ribs. He knows exactly what's going on with that gesture and flinches only slightly at the poke — annoying, as it would be for anyone with a few bruised ribs. Harrison scowls up at him. ]

What. You want to see that, too?

[ He pulls up the hem of his shirt, showing more of the bruising on his side. It's mostly to one side, centered around where Griffin had knocked him back and down to the ground. Harrison gives him a moment to take that in before rolling his eyes and lowering it again. ]

Unless you have a better way of dealing with bruising, Ramon, I suggest you get me another ice pack.