"Don't worry, darlin'. I'll get the supplies. They'll just as likely be happy we aren't demanding they take care of us." He was pretty good at intimidation, though. He'd used it when he had to. He knew enough psychology to help track criminals, and how to get them to crack. He knew how to get cohorts to serve up their friends. He could get a bunch of harried medical personnel, or even just regular crew, to get him the stuff.
"It might help if you give someone a list of the worst injuries you saw up there. It'll help them to have at least a few minutes of advance notice." Maybe. At this rate triage was triage, but still, knowing if something really major was coming. Plus it would give her something to concentrate on other than her own injuries.
He pushed her through the halls and through the debris of the cafe. A wide enough path HAD been cleared, as Lisa was hardly the only one to be in need of a wheelchair now.
It didn't take very much of a push. He had a good 'authority' demeanor. He didn't see Sydney in the immediate area. He'd need to check on her later.
But soon enough he had a box of supplies and a promise that the rescue crew would be up as soon at they possibly could, with a full back board and emergency supplies for Chelsey's likely broken back.