"Oh my god, Dr Holl--" He cut himself off, clamping a hand over his own mouth when the gesticulations of the new arrivals indicated to him that he should hush. Dr Holland and Nurse Cartwright, both slick with fresh blood, Noah much, much too pale. Stan drifted closer, trying to get a better look at the man's wound as if there were something he could do to help, which there... wasn't, ill-defined eyes round with concern. He followed the silent communication though, piecing together what he could from their gestures - they'd been attacked, the medlabs were unsafe, they had to go, they had to go now. Stan was an old hand when it came to Xavier's catastrophes. He knew just what to do. With a decisive nod, he mouthed two words: "Danger Room." The scalpel was brought back out of his pocket and he brandished it as he floated past Lyss and Noah into the hallway, taking point so he could protect the wounded. He would lead the way to safety. Simple!