There's a degree of uncertainty that he doesn't care much to display, but it shows through accompanied with the shock. Between the crazed look in Meyer's eyes and the slightest trace of blood left on his teeth, the very same teeth that smile through a plethora of bullshitting, shit-eating and otherwise jawing on a daily basis, Al is not inclined to offer him a hand up.

Instead he crouches where he can still keep an eye on Meyer, inspecting the damage as if to validate it for himself. After a wrinkle of his nose, a laugh follows. It's a bit choked, but otherwise pleasant.

"Looks more like you were trying to rearrange his face and chew off his hand. Jesus."