They look maybe pitifully relieved, and wipe their hand off on the dim gray grass as best they can before accepting it back. "Thank you. Guess you're right. Though. There's not many people to check on." They know this drill, propping their knee up a little and starting to wrap, tight enough to bind but not enough to restrict blood to the rest of their leg.

"Weaver?" they ask. "Will?" Because Will, to the mun's great surprise, was down with Weaver to help with the bomb.