Jelly legs wobble at the knees at the starts of being hoisted up, but a few shuffling, staggering tests for footing get Manabu where he needs to be to at least stand upright, but he does have to rely a great deal on Duo's hold to stay that way. He doesn't get a chance to be relieved, since he's prompted about--ammo?

"Huhh, no." Not unless it was a cartridge for a laser dragoon. He didn't bother to clarify, his attention pulling up toward Riptide and around them. Where did the fleeing people go? The ones that--made it, anyway; he can see some of the mess out of the corner of his eye of one unlucky soul.

"Wait, but--" he turns and tries to peer up at Duo, grimacing. "Do the, do people know? To go there? We should--tell--" Ow. "Tell, before there's..."

Before more trouble. Which, given the distant sounds drawing near, is nigh.