[ The wings fold back into the slim silver casing on Sam's back, smooth and almost soundless. Once they're folded in, the wingpack looks seamless - like there's nothing there to even detach and fold out. Miracle of technology, really. Sam's preoccupied with Clara though, and grins at her comment. ]

All the geniuses who built them back where I'm from. Since they're not here, I'll gladly take the credit.

[ Keeps his hands on her shoulders lightly just so she doesn't sway and fall. Redwing hovers over his shoulder, tracking a small red light over Clara. ]

Lemme guess - headache, drowsiness, nausea, ringing in your ears, blurry vision? Confusion, dizziness?

[ Definitely a concussion. He reaches up with one hand to carefully feel for the wound on her head. ]

Gonna have to leave you here with Redwing for a second, alright? [ He gestures to the drone. ] You gotta promise you'll sit down and stay put though. I'm gonna need water and cloth, and we'll get you fixed up as much as we can down here. Sound good?