Six snagged some of the supplies, taking the box closer to the injured man and pulling what he thought he'd need closer to him--something for the pain, a couple of things that looked like they could splint a leg, a couple kinds of bandages to secure it around him. "I'll straighten the leg if you need it," he offered, trying to be as comforting as a gas-mask with spikes could be.

He knew he was with a capable group--they'd make do, they were clever and they weren't completely without supplies. But still, he could feel in his gut that Hark would be useful here, Hark could get them out of this and find Varus and get them all together, and he missed his partner more than ever. Irrationally, he wondered whether the other would be worried about him--hadn't messaged him since before he armored up, after all, and with the threat seeming to be based around technology, doing so now would not only be difficult, but a bad idea at that--best to save what use they could of their electronics.