[ That facetious tone isn't unknown to her. No, the nobles in her traveling party will often resort to such attempts at humor as well. Fern's expression twitches, but it isn't exactly with amusement.

Even if he doesn't say as much, she can assume that he's as new at operating one of these vehicles as she. Speaking of which, she shoots a glance back up the ditch to where her own motorcycle waits. She doesn't want someone to snatch it when she's not looking, so they'll need to make this quick.

He doesn't ask for help, so she watches him push to his feet. It's not done without effort, but he seems able to stand on his own. That's something. ]

I'm fine. [ She looks him up and down. He's standing, yes, but he definitely looks like he's seen better days. ] You might want to return to the medical tent once we get your motorcycle out of here. [ She eyes the motorcycle like it's a downed beast, wondering if the two of them will have the means to push it out. Not that there's any other option, so without further ado, she circles around to the back end of it. ] I push, you pull?