[in a heap amidst a pile of knocked over crates is a skinny blue haired kid with swirls for eyes at the moment]

Did anyone get the number of that truck? [one hand goes up to rub his head before he looks at Ragna. Now that he's stationary, the cat-like (hedgehog!!) ears on his head are apparent. Ah, no wonder he reacted so dramatically] My ears are still ringing...

[blink... Blink... oh-!] I'm cool, man. I've run into worse at faster speeds. Not keen on doing it again but I'll live.