Sure did. Well, with the Bureau, that is. Fell off a floating island that ended up breaking apart in the air.

[ The explanation comes easily enough, but as for his arm... Well, that's not information he tends to share. ]

Eh, I'd've picked myself up and had a drink until I stopped worrying about it.

[ And he takes the opportunity to lift up her own hand in his real one. ]

What about you? Still in one piece other than the noggin being stubborn? [ He smirks and draws fingertips across her palm, as if he's testing that it's real too. Or maybe he's just flirting a little. ]