He took her hand gratefully, gritting his teeth to try and ignore the pain from his leg as he limped at what speed he could manage towards the treeline, finding where the comms unit was and slumping down in order to catch his breath before he did anything else. "Fuck, I'm not going to get far without medical attention," he said, beginning to feel dizzy. "There's only so far adrenaline will get me." He sat up fiddling with the comms device until he found the frequency he needed. "This is Yogi Bear looking for Major Tom, Major Tom please respond." There was no reply, Morrison thinking this was a bad moment for his luck to run out. "Those are our codenames for each other," he said, noting her confusion with a certain amount of amusement. "Its the one way we can be sure no-one will get suspicious about us hopefully."