Tzofia glanced to the sound of a human voice- a new one, not previously heard before. Definite proof that there were indeed actual survivors. She wasn't alone anymore. 

She looked to the man running towards them, shouting out, "Your friend is alive but he's definitely gonna need help! Lot of lost blood, going to need his wound properly cleaned as well, I don't have the supplies." 

They were nearing the ground, for which she was thankful. Fire escapes weren't exactly comfortable places to begin with, being cramped into one with another person in uncomfortably close proximity -not to mention bleeding all over her- just made it beyond... awkward, uncomfortable, etc. She called back to the man on the ground, "You have any more, or just him?" Pointing at Brandon, she continued, "And do any of you know if there are still functioning evac centers?"