"I understand. I'll be careful, Callsign Whiskey," he nods, and he actually does sound like he's taken the warning to heart. It's a little odd, having someone concerned for his physical wellbeing in a way that isn't directly linked to his usefulness as a soldier or hunter. But despite it being odd, he doesn't take it as a comment on his skill or how tough he really is. Doctors, from what Caine understood, didn't care much about things like that.

"I was excited to get something like my usual boots back," he raises his eyebrows and sighs heavily. "Maybe that was a little premature. Guess I'm really going to have to learn to do without."