Jayden slowly gets to his feet, the last of the adrenaline filtering out and leaving the exhaustion to begin settling back into place, but he needs to be upright if he's going to make good on his word of nothing hurting them. Of course it's a tossup whether or not he could do much about someone or something making the attempt, but at least this way he can be ready for it.

So his attention is mostly on their surroundings while Blake is on the ground, but he does catch the words and gets the gist of their meaning. He hasn't put much thought into any search and rescue attempts that might be going on, though he did expect that there would be some; with this many people missing, surely some of them had friends who would notice their absence. It's good to know that is indeed the case, he supposes, though the pessimistic part of him wonders if it's going to make any difference.

He isn't about to say that, though, at least not to someone who clearly needs all the reassurance they can get at the moment. Jayden hesitates briefly as Blake holds his hand out, not entirely sure if he should be standing just yet, but that's Blake's call to make and so Jayden does his best to pull him up and then keep him from falling right back down, if he needs it. He also does his best not to fall down himself.

"Well, you found us." He tries to make a joke, just the slightest hint of humor making it into his tone, though he can't manage even the faintly amused expression that should go with it. His face is pale and he's a little bruised, his clothes dirty and streaked with blood here and there, but he's at least managed to avoid any serious injury so far. "Any friends in particular you were lookin' for?"