“I’m fine…” He heaves a sigh, considering the dozens of little tears in his suit and wanting to believe he was more startled than hurt by the explosion. But he’s sure he’d have a better sense of his situation after the adrenaline flooding his system ran its course. “Goddamn machine jus’ blew up from across the room. Think I’m a’right, though…" He shrugs tiredly. "Pretty sure I’d a’ known by now if I was paddlin' up shit creek.”

There’s more to say and to do – but Luke falls silent, on guard while allowing Clem and Nick to hug without hurrying them along. He looks between them, carefully considering the information she soon supplies and feeling a familiar stab of sympathy for the terrors she has endured and for all he hadn’t been there for.

“We can’t be standin’ around out in the open like this.” He wets his cracked lips, forming a plan of action. It's a welcome distraction from the all too human fear slowly and sneakily twisting his gut into knots. “Was jus’ tellin’ Clem we should head on back the way I came. Figure she can find herself a good-sized piece of shrapnel lyin' around.”

Because it's not a matter of if she'd find herself in a pinch, but being prepared for when she did.