"Well not with our hands." Maybe they could rig up some kind of pole with a jar on the end. Use Weaver's drone. Something. Rosinante is right, that's a problem for later, as the light doesn't seem to be dissipating. It seems to be rolling ashore with the waves, in fact, so they might not have to put in much effort.

"'All right' is a subjective state. I don't feel fantastic, but I also don't feel like lying around in pain, and I don't feel like I'm about to collapse." Well, alright, he feels a little like that. But he's got a good support here. "I don't think the adrenaline's worn off quite yet. Ask me again tomorrow."

Because they get to have a tomorrow now. What passes for one in Beacon, anyway.

"And you?" Will glances down at Rosinante. He's still alive, and that's what matters. Whatever else is happening, they can work with it.