[He finally wrenches a baton off a disabled bot. Now that he's got something to strike out with, he lashes out viciously, using his strength to try and power through the bots that surround them.]
Michael.
[It's a brief answer to a question she posed some time ago now, or at least it seems that way. May have been seconds, but could be minutes for all he knows. He notices the blood on her dress and his brows furrow in response. He's not concerned for her in particular, but he'd rather not lose his ally. He takes the side of her injured shoulder in an attempt to give her some support.]