[All in all, things could be worse. Granted, they also could be a whole lot better, but Cloud's the kind of guy who works with what he's got. And what he's got is a bit of trouble breathing from all the smoke; a few broken bones in his left hand, he's pretty sure; some cuts and bruises and a bit of singeing; and a hell of a headache.
And his sword, fortunately. One of the major reasons things could be worse.
But he's on edge, more on edge than he thinks he should be even under the circumstances, and he's having trouble focusing on anything other than what's right in front of him. So when someone grabs him by the arm, it catches him off-guard and his immediate instinct is to yank it back - and though he doesn't quite remember it right now, he is a supersoldier. He might end up accidentally yanking too hard for this poor guy, whoever he is, if he doesn't let go.]
Hey--!
[But before he can say anything else, he parses what the guy is saying to him and blinks. Brow furrowing, he takes in this man's wounds, the way he's wobbling, how dizzy he looks. Cloud's plenty disoriented, too, but after a moment, some instinct or subconscious habit kicks in and he snaps to full alertness, straightening up with a military sort of focus. Not like he has any idea what he's doing either, really, but apparently he's used to faking it.]
--right. I got you.
[Cloud ducks a little to pull the other man's unbroken arm across his shoulders with his own good hand and supports as much of the guy's weight as he needs to to keep him on his feet. Even if that's more or less all of it - seems like it's not quite as much effort as it ought to be. Cloud's not about to question it.
He takes a moment to frown at the unsteady, almost glassy look in this guy's eyes.]
Looks like you might have hit your head pretty hard. Where to? There an infirmary around here?
Assimilation
And his sword, fortunately. One of the major reasons things could be worse.
But he's on edge, more on edge than he thinks he should be even under the circumstances, and he's having trouble focusing on anything other than what's right in front of him. So when someone grabs him by the arm, it catches him off-guard and his immediate instinct is to yank it back - and though he doesn't quite remember it right now, he is a supersoldier. He might end up accidentally yanking too hard for this poor guy, whoever he is, if he doesn't let go.]
Hey--!
[But before he can say anything else, he parses what the guy is saying to him and blinks. Brow furrowing, he takes in this man's wounds, the way he's wobbling, how dizzy he looks. Cloud's plenty disoriented, too, but after a moment, some instinct or subconscious habit kicks in and he snaps to full alertness, straightening up with a military sort of focus. Not like he has any idea what he's doing either, really, but apparently he's used to faking it.]
--right. I got you.
[Cloud ducks a little to pull the other man's unbroken arm across his shoulders with his own good hand and supports as much of the guy's weight as he needs to to keep him on his feet. Even if that's more or less all of it - seems like it's not quite as much effort as it ought to be. Cloud's not about to question it.
He takes a moment to frown at the unsteady, almost glassy look in this guy's eyes.]
Looks like you might have hit your head pretty hard. Where to? There an infirmary around here?