[Between the incessant static swimming before his sensors and the general holy shit that hurts that's clouding his mind, it takes a moment for Cayde to realize anyone's even speaking to him. Fingers clench weakly at his savior's shoulder, grunting with the effort it takes to stand. His legs feel weak, hell everything feels weak, and it's not something he's even remotely keen on.]

Thanks, appreciate it.

[Everything just feels off, between pain and malaise, and Cayde immediately resolves to get to the bottom of it when he's able to think clearly. Right now? He lets some of his weight rest against the man beside him; thankfully the eggheads that had made him had managed to use light materials.]

Okay. So. [There's a small sputter as his speaker crackles and pops with the electricity in the air. He tries, and fails, to cover it by making a noise as if he's clearing his throat.] That was weird. Gimme just a sec to sort myself out. Just wasn't expecting that, yeah?

[He's rambling now, but determined as ever to push forwards.] Like, two minutes. Gimme two minutes and I'll be back on my feet.

[Hopefully.]