[Damn if that was the most disturbing thing he had heard in quite some time. Sure he heard quite a few things come close, but this was the worst yet. His teeth clenching and wincing back as he watched the poor guy writhe. A yellowblood huh? And by the looks of it one that was being used. What were the chances that he even had anything living left in him?

And that name... did he just hear him say Battleship Condescension?]

Yo man! Where's your location?! Coordinates?! Can ya even talk! Ah-- shit-- um-- Visual description?

[He had no idea what to do. But hell if he wasn't going to at least attempt to help.]