Bane didn't so much as pay the loud fellow mind.  Instead, he helped the tube-breathing human to his feet.  "Well, I'm not in this guys platoon, so I'm going to stay here.  You, medic, if you know what it is to be a doctor, you'll stay to help this guy and the lizard's sister here.  We can't move them much more and expect them to get any better.  The rest of you.  Do what you want."  He waves his hand in the air - the one with the pistol - in a "goodbye" gesture, and started helping the man to the ground before climbing back up for the girl.<br/><br/>This one is from the streets, knowing full well what it was like to fear, to run, hide, and fight to see just one more day, unlike some loudmouth fur-fucktoy.  Bane doesn't have to say this aloud to the Lute's fact, not yet, at least.  He knows first hand that actions speak louder than words, and anyone else there who valued their safety should see such as well.