"What?" Jet peered at the guy for a moment before something clicked. He must mean his name was Steve too, that was the only thing that made sense. At least right now.

"I feel fine, I guess. Fine enough. My head's still ringin' a bit." Jet followed Steve's gaze to his shoulder and winced. He'd hit it against the barrier and the fabric over it was torn exposing the synthetic skin below and the wires jutting out from the damaged area. Damn. He reached up and fumbled with them a moment before working to slip the exposed wires back under the skin; he'd have to deal with that later when he wasn't disoriented, it just meant his arm felt a bit like it had fallen asleep.

"Why're you helpin' me? You could've finished me off pretty easy."