He follows, and once he's off the ice, he's about as wobbly as she is. He leans down, grimacing as he has to pull his laces apart.

"Get your skates off quickly." They wouldn't help run away if they were still on, but they could be workable weapons off. He just wishes that it didn't hurt to use his hands.

"I'm Bruce, by the way. You?"

First thing he will do once these damn things are off will be to grab sensible clothes. Then he will scour the place for medical supplies and survival equipment.