"Yeah.. I'm coo'. Jus' gimme a minute." Beat took the kid's hand and used it help pull himself to his feet. He knew he had a soda pin around here somewhere, borrowed from the others, he just had to find it. He didn't wear it often, despite all the scrapes he got into. His back ached and he rolled his shoulders and his neck, digging around in his pockets. The first two to come out were his Tin Pin Fire and Tin Pin Wheel pins and he held them out to Gene.

"Yo, hold these a minute."