Andy blinked hard, dizzy, his eyes blurry. God, what was that smell? Where was he? The last thing he remembered was those kids pushing him around... And into the lava. He sat up like a bolt, rubbing away the fog over his eyes. He was alive! And out of the river! And... Naked.
He covered his loins with his hands, realizing the horrid smell was burning blood, a trail he had tracked from the river. There was cooled lava around him, solid and flaking away from his skin when he moved. He ran one hand through his hair, surprised to find that, not only was it there, it was the exact same length he had had it before. Was this the work of the healing factor too?

[b]"Hey. Are you awake?"[/b]
Andy looked up at the speaker, relieved to see it was a familiar face. Ricardo! Also naked and covered in grime. Had he saved him? He felt an indescribable wave of gratitude welling up in his chest. No one had ever done something like that for him, certainly not subjecting themselves to the same torture he had endured. He nodded in answer, opening his mouth and trying to command his unruly tongue.
"Y-Y-Yessss! Ssssank y-you, R-Riiic-cardo." he stammered out, his intonation running wild. Still, it was the first sentence he had managed to say in his life, however mangled it was. He could learn to speak more... And he had a friend.

He shakily stood up, almost lurching forwards for another tumble into the lava. He caught himself in time, regaining his balance with his arms outstretched. He took several steps back from the edge, vowing to never step within ten feet of the molten rock for as long as he lived. He had to be more careful now, especially around these new inhabitants. He looked Ricardo over, seeing he wasn't hurt. 
"W-W-Weee m-musst beee c-ca-careful. P-Peeople not ssssafe. N-N-Neeeed f-find C-Camiiilla a-and Abbyyy." he slurred, too busy thinking to be concerned with his speech. The girls were still in a dangerous city. If the kids here were capable of torture, there was no thinking what adults could do.
"W-Weee n-neeed pantssss too. A-And p-paper. I-I-I n-not gooood at sssspeakiiing. N-No p-p-practiiice." he added, trying to convey apologies in his tone. He'd be embarrassed, both at his terrible vocalizations and his nudity, but they were still in danger. Embarrassment could wait.