[There's a pause before he answers this time, because he can see Racetrack and Steph on the horizon by now. Two is good... more would be better.] I'm northwest of center, pinned down above ground, two wardens incoming, estimate, um-- six or seven minutes till they get here. Seven hostiles on the ground. [It's a little easier to fall into it now that help is on the way, now that he's not completely alone out here. Now it's more like being in the CIC, except that he's pinned on a roof and Dean is dead below him.]