Meanwhile, oddly enough, he could see just fine. It was vague black and white imagery, but he could gauge the walls and dips in the ceiling after the initial bonk. He reached up and his fingers were wet.

"You ain't immune to low ceilings n' concussions, Detective."

Kanji opted for pressing a hand to the wound and waiting. They'd gone far enough, he thought. They'd have to step into the line of sight to get a good look, and that's where the two of them would be waiting to potentially subdue or take what transportation they brought.