The only thing keeping him from flinching and whirling is her steady approach on the trackers (She let herself be seen and he's grateful for that) and Delta's assurance that it's really her. He'll. Look at using Delta as a benchmark for reality later, right now? he needs that.

Wrist deep in a panel and digging through to find- well.

The emergency med kit. The bandage pasted over the hole in his undersuit is tinged red and starting to leak and that's never a good sign. York forces some levity into his voice as he turns, helmet cocked to indicate an answering smirk. "Li'l bit, yeah. Ran into a stabby sonovabitch earlier."

Yes, that's a gouge in his helmet right by his jaw and a cut on his neck. Yes he's bleeding. "How are y'all doing?"