Steve quickly starts to haul himself out the second he gets the go ahead, not wanting Carlos to be out in the open waiting on him like this. Wouldn't do to get his ally killed to save his own skin.

The help hauling him out is more needed than he'd like to admit - he hadn't realized how weak he was getting from blood loss, already tired by the time he got to the top. His arm is bandaged in his shirt, leaving him only in his vest like some male stripper. The shirt-bandage is bled through, making the white fabric a dark pink from the mix blood and water.

"Thanks," he gives Carlos a sincere, small smile before getting to his feet and looking around. "We're cutting it close, aren't we?" It's rhetorical.