As the storm calmed down somewhat, Devors had begun to hover back to NOAH. He wasn't of any use anymore as blowing open the base was the primary goal of his deployment. The man had shut up for once, taking in the eerily silent atmosphere as the two artillery units of the squad were charging and no new orders came in for a little while. His gut told him that it wasn't over just yet, but... there were bigger things on his mind right now. Especially as he was docking, getting out of Ranius and letting the recycled air of the ship wash over him. It certainly felt fresher compared to the cockpit of his framewerk.

Just as he managed to unwind though, explosions loud enough to be heard all the way to NOAH reached Devors' ears. He figured the cavalry arrived- that, or the artillery duo decided to blow their load early. Either way, the man didn't really care. The kids our there could solve out their own problems, he had something else to go and confirm. The man paced past the engineers scrounging to get to his framewerk and brushed off the medics looking to see if he's unhurt and, more importantly, sober. He held a brisk pace, looking for a certain facility in the ship: The Emergency room. He knew he wasn't supposed to just freely roam like that, in case he needed to go back out and all, but it wouldn't be the first time this man would be scolded for insubordination. It's a miracle he hasn't been gotten rid of, really.

Surprisingly, or maybe because the staff was all over the place because of the chaos, there was nobody guarding the door to the ER. Devors was able to walk in, being met with cries of "Sir you shouldn't be here," and the like. Unfortunately for them, they couldn't focus on forcing Devors out of the room as Elise's wounds were much too severe to ignore. Devors still respected their work, however, and kept his distance. She was engrossed in looking at the nearby video feed- no doubt placed there so the medics were able to quickly mobilize for new dockers like himself. She was an absolute mess and Devors couldn't bear to see that. Blood was all over the place, her small body was limp and they hadn't even begun to remove the broken helmet yet- showing just how critical the other injuries are.

He told her to move out of the way, damnit! If only she'd listened to him... but in reality, it might have been his fault for going with a stupid plan. The man was confident in his own skill, but there was no way Elise could have been too- not in the heat of the moment. He knows, however, that sticking around will be worse for her in the long run. The people trained to deal with this situation needed to focus, and so Devors moved out of the room and collapsed against the outside wall. He was going to need to get even drunker after this- forget about the entire mess. That usually helped.