Jayne (2nd floor)
His leg was bandaged, but that wasn't anything to him. It was just a cut; the other fellow was worse off than he was. Well worse off, and Jayne glanced toward Spike before he started toward the door. He was limping a little, his balance was definitely off, but that didn't mean he couldn't use his guns. Both were fully loaded after they'd come in after their patrol yesterday, and Jayne was well prepared to duck back into the infirmary when he needed to reload.
Stepping toward the stairs, he paused as his device squalled the urgent tone. He heard it echoing somewhere else, and he thought it'd be best to turn the damn things off now, given that all they were going to do was draw enemy attention.
On the heels of that thought, a door slammed open and Jayne spun. He paused only long enough to ascertain that it was, in fact, a reaver before he pulled the trigger. His bullet ripped out the creature's throat, though it still staggered closer. Jayne fired again, swearing violently once in Mandarin before he fired a third time. FInally, the creature fell, and Jayne pulled a face as he backed up.
He checked his device then, saw P's message, whoever the hell that was, and turned it off before tossing it into the infirmary. Booking it toward the stairwell, he thought he'd go hunting. Sure, he wasn't inclined to go seeking reavers, but if they were already here, he'd rather find than be found.