Drake/Chloe/Quen/Cian/Open
Drake coughed and leaned a little heavier on Chloe. He was really going to owe her after tonight. "I'll make it." With help, of course. He licked his lips, which managed to be the only dry part of him and wondered whether or not Darius was on duty and if he worked the docks district. If not, he may need to send out a network message.
There was just nothing good about trying to keep it from him.
"Hey," he said, voice pitched low enough that only Chloe could hear it. "You have your network device with you? Mine's at the apartment, and I should let Darius know about Quen." Not that he was looking forward to the conversation. While he waited for her answer, he looked over his should and winced; they had done some damage, but the area was calm.
No monsters, which left him relieved. He would stay if he thought Chloe would let him; a trip to the clinic to get patched up enough to stand, and he'd come back. Someone had to.