Lorica's en route too, apparently; she drops to the ground beside Glam. "Jesus Christ, what happened?"

"Slipped your mind?"

"N-no! Not my mind, I knew it was a stun gun!"

"Jesus Christ, Glam, nobody else is going to believe you weren't walking around with lethal ammo, you know that, right?"

"Can you get your power to do healing. Even temporary just until he gets to the hospital. I have - first aid shit, I can't touch this."

Lorica grabs Glam's face and aims it away from the dying man and at her helmet. "Glam. Listen to me. He is going to survive. A tiny percentage of people die before the ambulance gets them to the hospital, I just looked it up, I've got internet in my helmet. He's going to be fine. And you can't have hit him very hard to begin with, think about it, they can't have been expecting anything worse than a regular gun and that'd be easily survivable and that's without including your own expectation. He's going to be fine. It's a flesh wound and maybe a broken rib, he'd be conscious if you weren't trying to stun him. Listen to me."

They're listening. They're saying nothing, but they're listening, and they're trying to believe. Yes, Lorica's right, believe her words, he's not going to die, that much blood is not enough to kill someone, is it, but it was so much blood, was there a puddle of blood on the ground, they don't remember, they think there was but they're not sure—

There's a siren. Lorica's hands drop to her sides and she lopes in its direction.

Glam doesn't look up, nor do they look at the guy. They just stay there, staring at nothing.

Glam stands up, goes after Lorica. "Is he gonna be okay." The grammar suggests question, the intonation does not.

"Dunno. I'm supposed to bring you back to HQ."

"I believe you, and if you want a chance in hell of convincing anybody else you will not make me chase you, Glam!"

"I don't think you'd better fly this freaked out. Walk with me." She heads down the street. "Now. There are some legit reasons to carry lethal ammo. If you were planning to fight Brutes and mixed stuff up, if you don't have any other options and were aiming for the arm, if you have some kind of weird power limitation where you literally don't know what stuff will do. I recommend going with the first story because the second one undersells your versatility and the last one undermines your authority on your creations. Any bulletproof Brutes you might've been on your way to ambush?"

"I assume you don't want me to waltz you into HQ and tell them the truth, but if you do, by all means tell me."

"Do they have to be in town? Can you sell 'I was going to take a trip to Jersey City and take out Mincemeat, I was prepping something for that'?"