[ Yeah, the others are staring. Drake couldn't care less, all that matters to him is that Ephemera's okay, and... he isn't sure of that yet. ]
I'm more worried about that wound. We need to get you back to Red Wings, to Lance or Gene or... somebody.
[ He turns back to the others, asks if they can handle the civilians. Instead of calling him out, or Ephemera, one man steps forward and nods, tells Ephemera to get the gashes looked at. They can meet back up later, the blood is going to draw more enemies to them.
Drake is pulling his overshirt off to press to the wound as he thanks them. For backing him up as well as the discretion -- he has the feeling they kind of already knew. ]
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I'm more worried about that wound. We need to get you back to Red Wings, to Lance or Gene or... somebody.
[ He turns back to the others, asks if they can handle the civilians. Instead of calling him out, or Ephemera, one man steps forward and nods, tells Ephemera to get the gashes looked at. They can meet back up later, the blood is going to draw more enemies to them.
Drake is pulling his overshirt off to press to the wound as he thanks them. For backing him up as well as the discretion -- he has the feeling they kind of already knew. ]