Anyone at all is a welcome sight, but he does indeed recognize the metal arm and feels a sort of relief. It seems no matter which world they're from, many of the various soldiers here have found themselves sticking together in tough times.

He misses Wade and Gene, still. But his head is too fuzzy right now to think more on that, which is for the best.

As he lets go of the plank to throw an arm over Soldat's back, he winces and grinds his teeth. Is his arm fractured? Broken? He vaguely remembers shielding himself in that vortex of debris to keep the collapse from doing worse, like breaking ribs but adrenaline must have dulled the pain of the hit. Still, he's had worse. He'll manage. "Okay," he huffs, mouth just barely above the water as he lacks the strength to hoist himself up higher. "Okay. Thanks."