Pratt's breathing is weirdly steady for someone who should be gasping in pain. Not that he isn't injured, because this hurts really bad, he's just so used to being in pain and forcing himself to struggle through it that he's practiced at walking around with open wounds.

"I'm a Deputy, in Hope County, Montana. And a helicopter pilot for the search and rescue team." His utility belt around his waist jangles a little as they descend, the rings that should hold keys and handcuffs are empty and without the weight are jingling around.

"I just washed it too, thanks for ruining that." Gonna have to wash it again to get the blood out. Scrub it with Sail Away Oxy Clean or whatever they have.