Kaito doesn't flinch as the bullets fly around him, but doesn't bother to try to hold back the curse when one finally hits him. As a rule, he hadn't been shot by his own bullets too often, still it hurts about as much as he remembered. "You're a shit shot."

But the pain in his hand does a good job of distracting from the pain from his head, and things upstairs feel like they are moving along a bit better. Briefly, Kaito considers maybe he shouldn't antagonize the bastard further. But he'd never been fond of the receiving end. Pushing himself off the ground, Kaito stands up.