They're badges of honor, even if Face can feel them settling in on his chest, shoulders and back. At least they didn't have to ride alone... though he's still not sure if Murdock really does think he speaks bovine or if it was just something to get them through the seeming endless hours of finding every bump and jostle there was.

"We're still standing." He turns, letting the water streak down his back as he looks over his friend - stepping back so the spray can at least wash away the road dust. Any mission they can limp away from is a success - and when it goes off without a major injury? Bonus.