Max and Bunny, later in the day
Everything sounds so very, very far away. Max goes to scrape off some flecks of dried blood from his neck and finds he can hear the faint scratching of his fingernails against his skin and takes it as a good sign. At first he couldn't hear anything out of his one ear and Max had seriously thought he'd gone deaf for a good forty minutes. Where there once was complete silence he now heard a faint buzzing and the occasional loud yell, so there was improvement at least. He hasn't gone to the chapel to seek treatment for what he assumes is a ruptured eardrum, not yet. Not when there's so much to do. He's just dropped off fresh linens from Ruth's resource hanger to the chapel when he hears something. It's like a shout being heard underwater and Max turns in the direction of the vague noise.
A pretty woman that Max has seen around the Dog park but hasn't spoken to is motioning to him. Slightly ashamed that she could have been calling him for awhile and he couldn't hear her makes him trot over quickly, turning his good ear toward her so he can better make sense of what she's saying.
"I'm sorry if you were calling for awhile," Max apologizes, approaching her next to the pile of rubble. "I can't hear so well right now. My one ear got all screwy in the blast. Are you alright? Can I help you? I'm Max, by the way."
Seems a bit silly to be doing introductions when so much was happening but Max unavoidably falls back on tried and true habits in times of high stress. It's never too dire to be polite.