"Hah. If only." Rifle maglocked to his back, helmet to his hip and he thinks he has everything. Even Theta, who's silent and humming along in a pitch he doesn't quite recognize, but there all the same. That's all that matters.

"Appreciate it." He wince-grins and takes the offer of support gratefully, gritting out a tight, pained sound as he holds onto her shoulder and shuffles them into the fastest gait he can manage. Not even a jog and it still leaves him panting, and he thinks distantly that he is going to be irritated if he dropped a lung because of that little snake.