[Sigma had a point there—blunt trauma was always a more difficult thing to treat out in the field, though the nanites lingered there as a last resort, with their increasingly limited supply. As long as the two of them were on their feet and mobile, they could at least make it somewhere safer to pause and take stock of their injuries. Any hesitation on their part now would only lead to adding more to that tally.

He's quietly grateful when Sigma aids in the sudden search for his gun. The extra moment it buys allows him to feel more steady on his feet, if only by a little bit. Though its followed by a slight pang of guilt when he catches sight of Sigma just as he's recovering from his own bought of unsteadiness. No, neither of them could afford another run-in with the neraki.

Ginko accepts the weapon with an uttered 'Thanks,' gripping it firmly and steadying himself with short sigh.]

We'll call it a work in progress. I'm good enough to get moving, as long as you are.

[That last comment comes across a little more pointed than he had intended, but it was clear that Sigma was having a rough time of it as well.]

The defensive line shouldn't be too much farther ahead, at least.