[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/dpickle_zpsx9ir6vhj.jpg?t=1445046533[/img] dpickle[/h1]
[h2]Patrick "Pat" Anderson[/h2]
[b]"You okay?"[/b]

Pat's answer seemed to depend on his reference point. Compared to the now unconscious individual lying in front of him Pat was doing just fine. Compared to himself five minutes ago and he was in the "very much not okay" category. Still, Pat couldn't really complain. This was the second time he had found himself in the middle of a gunfight and the second time he gotten away without any bullet holes.

Pat slowly got up, grabbing the unconscious man's gun in the process. He was no crack shot, especially not in his current condition, but it was better than nothing. Pat quickly looked himself over, he had some scrapes on his hands from the fall and his pants were torn but otherwise he was unharmed.

"I'll be fine, lets go see if anyone else needs help."

After a quick glance around the battlefield Pat started to head towards Jenna as she seemed to still be in active combat.