Uh, yeah. Yeah, totally. Just a sec— (he starts with the woman's underarms, hiking her higher as gently as he possibly can. ensuring her head is cushioned against his shoulder before sliding her with some effort off of the ground, she lies motionless against jonas until he's able to manoeuvre her onto hibiki's shoulders and back.)

Heavier than she looks—hey, If you're doing the heavy lifting, I can make sure a path's clear for us. I can wave down some help, too.

You got her?

(jonas is eager to move but hovers like a worried parent over the pair of injured ladies. it should be him carrying the dead weight, shouldn't it? is that a sexist thought? hibiki's a trained martial artist, but she's—well, she's short is what she is. extremely short. the unconscious woman drapes over her like an overlarge mink coat, except the blood stains are, in jonas' personal opinion, "not in fucking vogue."

if hibiki says she's got it, she's got it.

leading the way, their heading is set for the soft lights of serene.)

You said you had to find answers... what'd you mean? 'Cause it was pretty cryptic.