"I do, or I wouldn't be using you as a shield," Duo snorts, slinging his shotgun back over-shoulder. "Good. We'll hold them off until he wakes back up." Or dies. "I think I know a spot where we might be able to hole up until this all blows over, if we can make it--"

He's interrupted by the wet, gross sound of Manabu throwing up blood.

Oh. That solved that problem. "Hey, kid. I distinctly seem to recall having just told you not to overdo it," Duo greets cheerfully once he recovers from being entirely grossed out, giving a half-assed wave. "Can you move yet?"