Xavier dropped down the edge of the bridge and landed easily on his feet. He was still sporting an injured arm as he ducked down under the bridge. He cursed the rain and looked out under the cover of the bridge, biting his lip and taking another look at his arm. That was a nasty werewolf. It left his cybernetic arm mostly intact but the synthetic flesh around it was completely ruined.
He carefully tore off the remaining fake skin until only his shiny metallic cybernetic arm was left. He flexed his "fingers" carefully until he was sure the arm was still working, then he sighed. This was definitely a rough city. And he wasn't going to be left alone for very long, apparently; he had tried going into an old junkyard to nurse his wounds but was followed around by two strange guys. It was very annoying.
He shook his head and laid down on the concrete, at the very edge of the East River. He shifted, careful not to fall into the river, and closed his one normal eye, the other one unable to close. Maybe he could catch a few Zs before having to go off and look for an apartment or motel.