"Just a little further-" Out one door, one more bomb set off and he's jogging. Running, damn near sprinting to his waiting Pelican as he hauls Wash up the ramp and inside. A frantic slam of his hand on the control panel brings up the back as he nudges Wash into the familiar bench and safety rig- meant for soldiers in power armor but they're gonna have to make due. "Sit tight while I get us out of here-"