Nadine is focused on her task, aware of the collapse behind them but unable to turn to look. She's working on stitching the wound, going as quickly as possible. Thank god Jayce was able to help with the blood flow. It makes it easier. And sutures are one of her specialties. Nadine had mastered stitching wounds long before she ever set foot inside the Cadens Academy of Medicine.

But they'd gotten the survivors out, and they'd made it out themselves. It's good, starting out strong. It won't last, she's not naïve, but it's good to start with a win. They can hold on to this, when they need to.

"And you're all sewn up." A small smile is directed to the woman she's just finished stitching up. "We're going to radio one of the retrieval teams, and they're going to come and take you both to one of the medical tents in a safer area. They'll take care of you."

Insofar as care can be given. Few things help with the loss of home and all worldly possessions.

"Everybody good?" Mostly meaning Jo and Dean, who had been closest to the collapse when it all came down.