Minor damage. [He follows her into the hallway and once they're safely out of eyesight, he pulls down the scarves covering his face. There are narrow, blackened streaks across the side of his helmet, but the shot hadn't reached flesh. His other injuries were another matter.

Her comment about Blackwatch stirs a memory of the fight and how the dark man had spoken to him, as if he knew him and had expected him to obey. Very few people could claim such a thing.]

Your soldiers are more likely to shoot me on sight than let me in after what happened. I would not have been welcomed. [The old coat is peeled away from his shoulders next, exposing the damage done to his one good arm. The suit had taken the brunt of it, but his arm was still streaked with lines of blood where the shot had broken through.]

Was the evacuation successful?