Kinkaide floundered for a moment between surprise that anyone else had actually survived and annoyance at being proven wrong so quickly. He hurried toward the medic and the newly opened container, unsure of what he could do to help but determined to lend whatever aid he could render. There didn't look like much around they could make a stretcher out of, so if the injury prevented the man from walking he was pretty certain he was fucked.<br/><br/>He stepped into the container and looked around, uncertain. "Where do you want to carry him to? Seems like it might be better to just get him back on that cot and let him rest in here. It's not much, but he'd be out of the weather at least," Thomas muttered as he knelt gingerly beside the older man. At least in the light from the cubicle he'd finally recognized the younger medic. It was some small comfort seeing a familiar face all the way out here, but mostly he was just sorry the cute little nurse had been dragged into this with him.