"Fine," Sirius replies automatically, before mentally cursing. He hadn't meant to respond. He hadn't meant for anyone to find him. Although, someone asking if he was alright was better than someone arresting him or screaming in terror.

And he's pretty sure he's fine. Just a few bumps and bruises but he can live through those. He goes to stand up and see exactly who's speaking to him. And it's someone he knows, though he's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing at this point.