At her words, he picks up a fallen paint can and hurls it at the wall. The clanking it makes isn't too impressive, and he's starting to realize just how limited they are.

At least he manages to slip over to her side, reaching for her less injured arm. "Can you run?" Seeing her bleeding and dragging herself along, he kicks himself for not thinking of it earlier. Screaming at her to leave wouldn't do anyone much good if she was too hurt to do just that.

"Come on, I'll carry you if you can't."