The former! Part of triage includes collecting everyone who might, maybe, hopefully, still be alive, too. Including some kids.

Great. When they're all close enough he will push his way to the center and bam.

Whatthefuck.

How about one of the silvery-armored guys comes over and tries a bunch more languages?

Blai will signal his general amenability to the concept by going through the ones he speaks too but like. No.

Okay, uh. (There is a quiet and slightly sneaky conversation wondering if he is really human, is it some sort of elaborate trick? An infiltrator?)

Anyway, uh, there's still aliens dispersed throughout the town and everyone's had half a minute to breathe and they really need to keep moving, even Sung is back fighting fit again after that, there's no time to play an elaborate game of pantomime but Rogers will try to indicate the ongoing threat for at least a few moments by gesturing to the alien bodies and then making an expansive gesture towards the town at large. They're going to keep moving. If Blai follows along or not, that's up to him.

Yes, he'll join them.

Okay, sure, great. Go go go go go.

(The silver armored troopers head out, the other ones are told to stand guard, apparently. Probably wise, they don't look up for more fighting.)

The squad assumes a practiced forty foot wide staggered formation and sweeps down the street past the ruined store at a fast jog, heads on a swivel, peeking carefully around corners...

More lizards, distracted shooting at something to the left! ...With just two hand motions the apparent squad leader sets up a simultaneous attack that cleanly gets all three.

He's clearly underequipped for this ranged-heavy fight but this really isn't the time to ask for lessons on how to use their stuff. Were the lizards shooting at anyone he should go heal?

The lizards were shooting at a... school? The half blasted wall mural shows rows of children at desks. It is unclear from here how bad things are inside but at least a couple of cops are down, over there.

Any obvious reason not to go check if they're alive?

Just that the silver troopers are already moving on. At the sprint, even.

Blai's comparative advantage here is probably healing. Also he is in heavy armor and can't keep up with sprinters who aren't. He goes and checks on the cops.

Both are stabilizable, as it turns out.

He was walking alone and didn't prep Stabilize! Which he regrets now enormously! He can spend his remaining two first-circle slots on it, though, he hadn't cast his Endure yet and while there's enough fire that he's nervous about dropping the Air Bubble there is not obviously anyone presently trapped in a burning building.

One of them - an older guy -  gets up and looks around warily, groaning. He spots Blai and loudly demands something! (The other is still downed, merely no longer actively dying.)

"I don't speak your language," Blai says apologetically. Is there a good place to drag the Merely No Longer Actively Dying guy.

Into the building, once the cop gets the idea.

There are nervous civilians with crowbars and baseball bats inside. The cop helps calm them down and directs Blai to place the other one in a classroom.

Can do.

After that, nobody's really sure what to do with him. But he's not an alien so he can shelter here just fine.

...There's a TV in the teacher's lounge and the older cop comes to bring him over to it after a few minutes.

Live news reporting is talking about the attack on Sarny in Russian, with helicopter coverage of a bunch of silver-armor people conducting an assault towards three large coppery-colored circles. From the scale of them, they're the size of a big house. In fact, it looks like they crushed a couple of houses coming down.

The attackers are retreating towards them, streaming into the doors in a fighting retreat.

Hm. He could go attempt to join the battle seen on this scry here but he's still slower than the forces they choose to field and both sides are heavily favoring range and he's low on spells. Hunkering down and saving his second channel may be the way to go, and if a monster does come inside for some close-quarters combat he's got a Divine Favor and a Qualm he can't convert into healing anyway.

People are settling into a mood that's, if not celebratory, at least vindictive.

Large steel vehicles with cannons trundle down the road and start blasting the saucers. Two of them prove to be actual ships by taking off and flying away, regardless of units who had yet to reach them; The third, dented, tries to take off but only manages to turn and blow up two tanks before succumbing to damage and falling again. White-armor troopers then line up at the hull breaches and then storm inside in a coordinated movement.

And... That seems to be that, as far as the fight goes.

Huh, can he tell anything about the difference between the white armor and the silver armor tactics/loadout/etc. from here?

They have the same emblems and overall demeanor and tactics, but white armor are all carrying smaller weapons, some of them have big shields, and their armor seems to be more covering and heavier than the silver armor. A dedicated close-range breach team, perhaps.

Had he but known perhaps he'd've tried to join up with them.

Is there anything like chalk or something around that he could use to mark out a circle later when people gather for a channel, assuming optimistically that they have now figured out he's a cleric?

There is chalk aplenty, and also dry-erase markers and pencils. Nobody has figured out he's a cleric. Some of the small children are curious (from a distance) about the armor and mace though!