"Looks like they're under furniture. Made a brace against the roof. I can't see more than one hand - maybe three yards in."

Not far, for him, given the whole reach of his. But now's really not the time to get into that, even to lighten the mood. They need to stay focused. And the thought disappears as soon as it pops into his head. He could probably shoulder aside their makeshift bomb shelter once he's in there, it's already looking worse the wear.

"Keep waving!" he calls in, the undertones of his voice short and sharp and serious. "We're coming, but we need eyes on you!"

A glance at Shepard, confirmation. The hand keeps moving, beckoning, wiggling, doing everything it can to keep in motion. Once there's room, he's going in. Getting those people out, plain and simple. "Ready, Shepard."