It was over. His feet were back on solid ground and... whatever it was that they had been transported on had claimed all the lives that it was going to. While most people would have felt bad for picking someone to die in the manner that he had done so, Fortune didn't feel that sense of guilt; Sure he wasn't exactly thrilled about what appeared to be the extremely brutal manner in which the female thug in armor had met her end, but she had spat on everything that she was meant to represent and tried to murder innocent people. 

The people her corpse landed on... that he actually felt bad for, but he was beaten to offering his assistance before he could offer it. Without much in the way of words, he walked forwards to join the rest of the group as he waited to hear who the man in the wheelchair was... all the while wondering what was going to happen next.