Once River got asked if he was alright, his eyes trailed back to the wound and further inspection would reveal that it was worse than he first expected. The shock had made him think that it was just a scratch but the amount of blood covering his once blue t-shirt made him think otherwise. Now the pain was slowly coming to sting him deeply and River clenched his teeth for a moment to deal with the pain. “Less than…sublime…” He replied, lifting his shirt slightly to see the wound. A piece of debris had made its way through the skin and punctured a hole in River’s shirt. Removing that thing would cause him to bleed out but keeping it in wasn’t very comfortable. 

River turned his eyes to the others, hoping that they’d know what to do. If they couldn’t help him, at least they could try to get out of there. Dying in a museum, on a school trip, sounded a bit anti-climactic for the guy who wanted to spend every moment of every day in the danger room, honing his reflexes. Like this, he would slow them all down. If people were indeed there to kill, River would only be a burden. If they came to the museum to steal some paintings, perhaps he could just lay low long enough to eventually get out and perhaps acquire some help. 

Alicia and Luna were there along with the teacher, Professor Torres. River kept close to the others but had difficulties standing up for prolonged periods of time without having to lean on something. It would be a shame to bleed on something in the museum, though. River’s breathing was slow and his heartbeat was still relatively calm, which was actually rather scary. Was he going to die? It was a deep wound but not that deep, not that serious, was it? Hopefully nothing had been punctured. “Can anyone…” He began. “See a way out…?” River had no luck in locating a good exit at the moment, hoping that the others would perhaps be more successful. How were the other students doing? Hopefully no one else had been injured in the explosions. This was such a huge disaster. A lot of the students came to Xavier’s school to avoid danger, and now they were in the middle of a disaster zone. This was bad.