Miss Beauregard, ugh. Beau's expression twists at the unexpectedly mannerly greeting, from this guy who's probably concussed... Maybe that's it, maybe he's just concussed, because she sure hasn't done anything to make herself look ladylike today.

"You look pretty pummeled, man, but if you want to stick around..."

She helps haul him to his feet, glancing back towards the dwindling sounds. It looks like the Mother's down after all, some kind of bullshit winning strategy pulled out of their collective asses. Maybe it's safe for this guy to sit against a wall and watch, waiting comfortably for help to come to him instead.

"Yeah, okay. If you don't mind being where more enemies might come out, I can haul you to that brand new door to the farm. Or we can sit you against that piece of broken sky bridge over there. Just, don't take too long to decide, or I'll pick where to haul you."