[ It's kind of him to offer, but Yusuke's not in much mood to text, much less make any calls. (Besides, he's pretty sure he's lying—why would he thank him? Shouldn't it be the other way around?) He waits instead, time passing as the craziness of the rescue efforts begins to simmer, still hectic but finally on a downswing. The worst of the incident is behind them now that all the (living) hostages have been evacuated, people being tended to and others being transported, staff hustling about to do damage control.
But there's still so much happening, and it's easy to tune into the buzz of activity and out of his own head; he barely notices when Boxer actually shows up, busy applying a cold compress to some poor sap's burns, Goemon barely a shimmer behind him. His persona dismisses itself entirely when he blinks up through his mask and spots a familiar, teal sword sticking out like a sore thumb. ...He actually showed. ]
—Boxer.
[ He calls out to him, not too loudly, hallways carrying enough reverb that shouting is a headache. Getting to his feet, he excuses himself quietly from his charge, filling in beside Boxer instead, wasting no time. ]
He... [ His mouth twists subtly. ] The body.
[ He's supposed to get him to Sanctuary, but as it stands, Richie lays peaceably in the shadow of a small alcove, not far from the lab doors. Out of the way, out of sight. Back turned so he might just be recovering from a bender gone too far, sleeping it off. ] It's over here.
/closed to boxer
But there's still so much happening, and it's easy to tune into the buzz of activity and out of his own head; he barely notices when Boxer actually shows up, busy applying a cold compress to some poor sap's burns, Goemon barely a shimmer behind him. His persona dismisses itself entirely when he blinks up through his mask and spots a familiar, teal sword sticking out like a sore thumb. ...He actually showed. ]
—Boxer.
[ He calls out to him, not too loudly, hallways carrying enough reverb that shouting is a headache. Getting to his feet, he excuses himself quietly from his charge, filling in beside Boxer instead, wasting no time. ]
He... [ His mouth twists subtly. ] The body.
[ He's supposed to get him to Sanctuary, but as it stands, Richie lays peaceably in the shadow of a small alcove, not far from the lab doors. Out of the way, out of sight. Back turned so he might just be recovering from a bender gone too far, sleeping it off. ] It's over here.