There was not a moment of time wasted for Nirann. Freyr was still alive and still breathing, so she seemed to have knocked herself out in her confusion. In the moment, Nirann supposed that would just make it easier for him to get her back to safety without resistance. Somehow, he doubted that orbital strikes were a common part of Human concerts, so it would be best to get them all back to safety quickly. He was on full alert. His sensors were constantly scanning the area, and he had an array of cyberwarfare packages at the ready to deploy.

When he was motivated, it did not take Nirann long to push his way through the crowd. Most of the obstacles in his way he could deftly avoid, and anyone he could not was easy enough to push aside. As Nirann approached Wallace, he carried Freyr over his shoulder. Her clothing was soaked, she had a bloody nose, and she was unconscious, but she was at least alive and about to be safe. 

“She ended up knocking herself out on a barrier. I’m assuming you have a med-bay somewhere on this ship?” Nirann messaged Wallace. He did not bother stopping, instead walking right past her up the ramp and into the ship.