"No, no we ain't." He mumbled, stumbling to his feet. Up. They needed to get up and get away- coupla Nox were still wandering around and that wouldn't do. Now that they weren't being swarmed, now that he could breathe he could come down from that terrified high, snap out his focus, and shove.

It gave them a little breathing room while he leaned down to help Casey and Greg back up. "Everyone whole and accounted fo-"

His head snapped up at Wash's voice for the second goddamn time in as many minuets and, well, shit. Mother fucker. Rift. Rift, rift- alright, rift. Wash down. Breathing, but down, and there was an uncomfortable pain in his arm and shoulder but right now they needed to get that damn rift closed. From this distance he couldn't do much of anything, but that didn't keep him from starting back the way he came, shoving aside any Nox that stumbled into his path.