They both looked like drowned rats - despite the cover Gale had managed to grab on the way in, it was as if the rain was being pelted at them sideways so you'd end up soaked to the bone (or past the artificial skin, in Markus' case) no matter what. "I've done it before, at least," he chuckled roughly - rescuing people, that is. Hundreds, after District 12 was firebombed - he'd led them all into the woods, and with minimal hunting equipment, fed and provided for the whole crowd until the hovercraft from 13 arrived.
This was on a much smaller scale, which he was grateful for. And now he definitely had no plans to go back out there.
"Here - " He found a pile of blankets close by, probably what had been gathered for other people who were helping others in. Unfolding one of those blankets, he handed it over to Markus. "Anything else you need? Is your leg going to be okay?"