"Yeah." Carefully he kneels before the man. He has superficial wounds all down his front and on his legs, but Thomas doesn't dare try and get him to remove his clothes yet. He's clearly clinging to sanity by his fingernails; better to let him bleed a little more than set him off. Still, he keeps an eye on them even as he talks. "The rest of your unit pointed us towards you. It took us two days to find you."

Not, obviously, him. But Thomas is happy to take the credit.