It was probably better that Ryan hunkered down into the suck while he could. Dom half-crouched, half-propped himself against an over-sized rock, and while laden with bruises he still watched his favorite bit of cannon fodder with vaguely hungry eyes.
Before they'd all arrived for A Very Trust-Building Weekend As Brought To You By Law Enforcement, Attrition Warfare had been restless enough to pick a fight with the walking incarnation of Coal. There hadn't been a clear-cut winner, exactly; they both walked away battered and bruised. Dom would have stayed on for the sheer joy of finishing a fight with the only person who'd ever given him a challenge besides Karl, but... Well, you didn't say no to this particular group of people.
So there he was. Bruised, bloodied, battered, coughing up wads of who knew what loud enough to make it a liability in the field, and grinning like a lunatic all the while. And watching Ryan's every move, of course.