Dana is rushing around the room, her goal unknown- until she picks up the weight gun, somehow unbroken. Even with her tiny legs, she’s able to get back to Bryce and snatch a pebble off the ground, handing both the gun and the pebble over and allowing him to lighten his own weight before taking the gun back. Jasper holds him a lot easier now, cradling the cracked driftwood type in their arms. He says that he wants to go home. Please, let him go home. He’s not much use here- Dana interrupts and says that of course he has value no matter where he is, but they’d definitely get him home.
WRETCH: is there any way to put the leg back on?
EASTWOOD: Well, it’s theoretically possible with something like a bolt through the leg or wood putty, but with it that splintered…I don’t know. Your best shot is a full prosthetic.
MILLER: We can’t make one of those, not for a long time…we’d need at least one team fully back at their base, and everybody’s all spread out.
VOIDSY: We’re in the same boat with Buddy.
WRETCH: well we gotta figure out somethin
WRETCH: ill dig around the warehouse when we get home n see what we can do…no idea how to do any of that shit but its something
VOIDSY: What about non-addictive painkillers, can you whip anything up?
EASTWOOD: All I’ve got for ingredients that could pull that off is my smoke, which is an addictive depressant.
EASTWOOD: If I had create powers, I could probably do something, but like Miller says, I’m shit outta luck on that front.
MILLER: I can at the very least do this…