Marco, Callum, Rose, and OPEN
Marco allowed Rose to do the reassuring; they seemed to know each other and he'd always found it best to look like a working soldier with comprehension than trying to council in the middle of a crisis like this. Rose was very steady in her movements and Marco appreciated how she was able to block out the world around them. The running, screaming, shots - he was trying, but his mind lapsed back to Letha when he caught her scent. He'd hoped she'd been in the trailer, ducked low somewhere.
"Saline," he nodded, "as soon as I get these last few slivers I'll run back, is there a red phone or something at the station? An alert system I can activate?" In regards to the bullet alert that needed to go out. He didn't bother looking to Rose, his eyes only slightly squinting so that he could fish any flash of metal from the other man's wound. Marco was glad when the poor guy passed out again, as far as Marco knew no medicine would have helped him with the pain or shock anyway. "This shit needs to get out or he's not going to be able to heal properly, if the silver isn't already internally cauterizing." Hopefully the saline was making the silvers job impossible or they were going to lose at least one wolf tonight.
It was too bad he could just howl to let the others know, but as far as he knew there was no howling system and he was pretty damn sure Raine and Ana wouldn't know what the hell a howl meant either. "Almost," verbally assuring himself as he used the forceps to grab a nice long sliver of metal before flushing the wound and patting it again to verify if there was any more metal to be gathered. "I think...that may be it." The forceps were wiped across another bit of gauze where he'd been collecting the pieces, "Do you have this?" He finally looked to Rose asking if she would be okay while he grabbed more supplies and passed on the warning.