For the duration of the short stretch between the collapsed skywalk and the tuck shop, Yuusei is quiet. His pace is something awkward between a full run and a jog, his primary focus on keeping his upper body steady so Carly isn't excessively jostled. Her legs look bad, but he can't tell the full severity beyond one of them definitely being broken.
By the time he gets there with Carly, there are others waiting to be seen by Herbert West, and with as severely limited a staff as usual, there's no point in waiting impatiently for someone to see her. He looks around the shop for somewhere that could even marginally be considered "comfortable," and from there he heads toward a corner and gently places her down.
It's here that he finally addresses the start of her comment. "...yes?"
When the loot squad returned, he spent what little time he had getting out of that goddamn suit. He'd already been tased once, and he wasn't particularly keen on it happening again. Take that as you will.
You've got no legs left!
By the time he gets there with Carly, there are others waiting to be seen by Herbert West, and with as severely limited a staff as usual, there's no point in waiting impatiently for someone to see her. He looks around the shop for somewhere that could even marginally be considered "comfortable," and from there he heads toward a corner and gently places her down.
It's here that he finally addresses the start of her comment. "...yes?"
When the loot squad returned, he spent what little time he had getting out of that goddamn suit. He'd already been tased once, and he wasn't particularly keen on it happening again. Take that as you will.