Later.

[He says the single word firmly.] We need to get to your home base first--it's nothing urgent. I'm not bleeding, and it doesn't feel dislocated. I can move my fingers, but moving the shoulder hurts like a bunch of Scorpion mooks beating you down with a Morningstar.

[He reaches out with his uninjured arm to push stray hair from her face, a gentle gesture amidst the chaos.] I'm not gonna die if we wait a few more minutes. Come on.