He's not fool enough to assume they're 'free'. Gongenzaka keeps running (he has the stamina, he trains daily, for a reason), and if not for the vines at his disposal he would surely fumble with the radio clipped on his shirt.

But somehow he doesn't, which means he can snap lowly as he mashes that button down- "Syrlya," he wheezes, heaving breath betraying his panic despite the oddly 'quiet' voice, "Koi fish market street; north the drop off, POISON VICTIM, STAT!"

He got here somehow, and now that he's running he's getting them out of here.

He hopes.

...God, he hopes.