you saved my life⊠( from angela <3 )
it's rare that he uses his weaponry against inanimate objects rather than people; forceful as they were, they'd easily torn through the plummeting debris, leaving it up to his gear-clad back to shield the fallen medic from the split remnants. a minuscule task as far as he was concernedâthough he supposes that was just as well. it'd been a while since someone had been outright grateful for his actions.
"no problem," he says curtly for lack of better response. ( you're welcome. of course. you've saved many others ); each alternative more awkward than the other. looking out for your comrades in arms is a given. he doesn't garner much from the fact of saving a life itselfâeven if the acknowledgment settles his rush of adrenaline into a more mellow stream and placates the sense of guilt he'd felt from not arriving on the scene any earlier. "i'll take you back to base." out of place as she seems on the ground, he hoists her up without further ado. "high time to get out of here anyway." ( though he'd be back for sure. tie up loose ends and all. )










