"Well, my phone died about two hours in.  Five or six hours, at least.  I was using it as a flashlight in a room that had the lights out, but it went out when I found the case of flares.  So I go from 'woo, I can escape' to 'fuck me sideways'.  Uh.  Pardon me, miss."  Mr. Swans is willing to do anything to get the fuck out.

"No problem."

It's really not that far, it's just very very twisty.

Are they willing to be detoured by the sound of panting?

Yeah they better check that out. And let Mr. Swans know what's up since the sound was too quiet for non-espers to hear.

Well, he's going to ready his flaregun.  It's...probably not the most safe choice from the espers' perspective, but.  It's a very understandable one.

Tim's the first one to see it, taking point.  It's a woman, who's in really quite a bad way.  Her shirt is torn, mostly on the left-hand side.  Her left shoulder looks like something took a major chunk out of it - she's actively bleeding, and her left collarbone is exposed.  In the sense that both halves of the bone, which is usually covered by skin and usually in one piece, is currently visible.  She's...technically conscious, probably.  Her clothing's a little burned, which is explained by the burned-out flare in her right hand.

Ah shit shit shit - he extends a sliver of his power to encompass her.  Broken collarbone, quite a bit of lost blood, but she's...huh.  Normally you'd expect more bleeding from a wound like that.  Minor burns here and there - oh, she was wearing polyester.  That's going to be nasty.  Polyester melts and adheres to skin.  Probably better to rip it off and just regrow the skin.

"Ma'am, are you awake?"

She doesn't quite manage to engage her verbal filter though she does at least manage to engage the volume control and keep it at esper volume.

"Aww shit. That looks nasty. Also she's probably not gonna be able to talk. I hate when that happens. At least I have other people to talk to. But I can't cover everyone here."

"Yeah, she'll be fine.  Uh, you might want to look away for a second - this isn't going to be pretty."

He kneels down next to her and confirms she's not really conscious right now.  Then he administers a painkiller via syringe and starts treating some of the worse injuries.  He unrolls a first aid kit from his kit and breaks out a scalpel.  First, he cuts the sections of melted clothing away from the intact clothing.  Then he cuts the sections of skin off and discards them.  Then he puts a biodegradable bandage over the hole in her shoulder where the two sections of clavicle are, and pushes them approximately together.  This is the part that finally rouses a low moan from the patient.  "Shh, shh, shh, it's fine.  I know it hurts, you'll be okay."  Finally, he tapes the bandage over her clavicle, which should hold the two halves together.  And he applies his power.

"Okay.  I hate moving patients, but we're not going to leave her behind.  I think us two will be okay with my buff, as long as she doesn't wake up."

She does end up looking away for a second when he starts cutting skin.

At esper volume "Okay, uh I'll cover the mobile victim for now then."

At normal conversational volume, "Mr. Swans I'm going to use my power to make you unnoticeable to monsters but I need you to stay close to me while I do that. If we see something just stay put near me and you'll be fine. And don't shoot that thing. You could hurt yourself or somebody else with it. Okay?"

"Okay.  I can do that."  He has a Plan.  He knows what to do.  He's got his shit together.  Or so he tells himself.

Well, if Meghan looks away, she won't see the skin visibly starting to regrow from where Tim cut it.  Those injures will be good as new within a minute.  The clavicle is the real problem - it's not like he can cut out her shoulder and regrow it fresh.  "My old mentor would have conniptions if she saw me doing this to a patient, but I promise it works with the regen."  He's got his patient hefted over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes, gun in his right hand.

"Yeah, I get it, it's just a bit nasty to watch.

And off they go again, Meghan attempts to engage Mr. Swans in small talk about his life.

He's a bit bemused about why such an important esper is interested in the secret to getting his morning glories to stay on the trellis, but he can do it!  It's not long before they see the actual deck of the ship again.

"I think you two are going to have to get down on your own, d'you want my buff to stick the landing?  Or do you think you can climb down safely, sir?"

Well, he'd probably be okay.  But jumping down sounds faster.  "Buff, please!"

Does he have a belt  or at least good belt loops she can attach a bungee cord to to make coordinating this easier and safer for everyone?

Yeah, he's got a belt on.  He unbuckles it one notch, to make hooking the cord on a little easier for her?

"Thank you, sir, I appreciate that." She gives the cord an experimental tug to make sure it's firmly attached and nods. "I think we're ready now."

Tim does his VERY BEST to not jump during a swell.  He switches to a bridal carry for this one, and flares his power during the landing.  He winds up on his knees at the end, as the ship does try to knock him over during the last second, but he doesn't drop the patient.  Instead of shouting, he uses Dungeon Sign.  <Ready, traverse obstacle.>

She steadies the victim when the ship rolls.

<Transverse obstacle, understood>

"I'm going to do a count of three and then we're going to jump when I say 'jump' okay?"

"I, uh.  Okay!"  Holy shit this is terrifying but I'm not gonna pussy out, if a little girl can do it by God so can I.

She gives him a thumbs up and then counts to three slowly.

"Jump!"

She jumps immediately getting into position to land safely. She does add a little bit of a flourish in the process.

The bungee was a good idea.  Mr. Swans tried to do a superhero, three point landing, but a roll of the vessel knocks him over.  Esper coordination is enough to let Kuroko retain her balance, but she’ll have to contend with Mr. Swans’ body weight as he drops.

She drops into a crouch to brace herself against it. Fortunately the cord is easily rated to hold his weight. She'll extend a hand in case he wants help standing. 

Yeah, he'll take it.  "Thanks.  Is it far, after this?"