"Thanks," Wash replied to the help. Having a healing broken arm did make it difficult to raise himself simply with his crutches so the help was welcomed. He was also tired. So if he had any pride left to deny the hand his common sense seemed to smother it.
Though she would probably be trying to keep pace with him, he was moving mighty slow, his arm pits aching a little. He lagged behind when she came to the wreckage.
"'Be honest? Not quite sure, myself. I don't remember much. Hit the wall up there," he said pointing up, "then was down here in a whole lot of pain. Mad. Kinda disappointed at my good fortune."
He came closer into the grass where she was.
"Was under that," he said to what was left of the control panel and window, "when the City came in the form of a man to talk to me. It's a little fuzzy, our conversation. Probably due to all the bleeding I was doing making it hard to concentrate. That happens, you know!"
He frowned then his brows quirked.
"This is nothing compared to how I died BEFORE I got here," he said.