"South keep your helmet on-" Or not, honestly, he'd tossed his because A+ life choices and all that. But he doesn't say much more than that, busy firing in to the center mass and hooking an arm around South's ribs to haul her behind cover.

"I need you here with me, Ok? We just have to get out of here and it's gonna be fine-" He says, half blind and itching with something clawing along under his skin, the first drips of blood from wires poking out along his jaw beading down his face.