"M'good-" He's fine, he can walk it off, they don't need to dock him points for this. "Objective's shot to hell but I'm fine. You don't-"

And it looks like white armor what with the glare and the shock and all, of course it's white armor and he doesn't mean to flinch back, not really but the last time it'd been white it'd been Wyoming and that had nearly killed him. But Ohio's too damn tall and too damn graceless to be that mustached motherfucker; he gets close and the silver clicks and it's safe. Ish. He sucks in a shaky breath and tries to focus on here and now. Which is- Situation FUBAR.

Fun times.

"Ohjesufuckingchrist-" Biofoam stings. "Sonovabitch- ow. Ow, motherfucking-"