Saturday holds her ground, though her legs shake with the cement as it shatters. Guts is crouching down, head in one hand, groaning like the clash of armies. She lowers her arm slowly, watching.

"Guts? Come back to us, chummer. It's okay. No harm done. The beast in your armor isn't all you are. Remember - " she seizes on something, anything. " - remember you got people. If you went away I'd be pissed, and sad. So would Loken, an' Dan, an' all your friends back home. Gettin' mad can keep us safe but not this time. Not when there's no enemy in the room. Real enemy is upstairs, on the roof. Save the fight for them!"

And, slowly, she reaches towards his helmet. He keeps trying to claw it off; she can't help thinking that's important.

"Lemme help. You're not in this alone."