She accepts that hand, letting him pull her up, and then she steps forward and hugs him. Her face presses against his shoulder and she coughs, worn out from the experience.

"Yeah. I guess...that's probably right. Getting ready, I guess. As much as I don't want to militarize like that."

She chuffs a weak laugh, her hand reaching up towards Hayato's bleeding arm, unbothered at all by the scarlet leaking out onto her glove. She's a medic, she's dealt with worse.

"Sorry. I guess I got you good, too."