"I will. Promise. Just a second." Cedric looks critically at Howard's position. It's bad. He needs air in his lungs, he needs help badly.

He crawls, looking for where their belongings might have fallen. Do they still have the...liquid, the gun?

What can be collected from the rubble is picked up, and then Cedric's kneeling above Howard again, trying to work out how to keep him stable. "Call the others?"