Jasper was kneeling on the ground and staring at hands stained with blood and dirt when Dyspo finally caught up to them. It didn't take Dyspo's superhearing to know that the only one still drawing breath in the room was Jasper.
He knelt down by them, silently thankful that the red-and-black supersuit he wore wasn't easily bloodstained, and offered a white-gloved hand. "Jasper..." He trailed off.
Their hand trembled slightly as they accepted the offer, blood smearing as they did so. He had never seen them shake like this before, even during similar...destruction. How much of this was their blood, he wondered, and how much was from what remained of the villains?
"Is Cocotte safe?" Jasper finally asked, their voice quieter than he was used to hearing it.
"She'll recover," Dyspo promised. "You got here before they could do any long-lasting damage." And Toppo had sent Dyspo to recover Jasper, knowing that he was the only one among the Pride Troopers who could calm them down. "Are you okay?"
Jasper finally raised their head. Their grey eyes flit around the room of splattered gore and blood. "...I may have gone overboard," they finally admitted, allowing Dyspo to help them to their feet. They were smaller than him, but he was used to it by now.
"Just a bit," he agreed, wrapping his free arm around their shoulders to help them stay upright. "Let's head back to base and get you cleaned up, alright?"
"...Right. Thanks, darlin'."