Slowly, Krestov straightened up as the mage fell limp and presumably dying, lowering his firearm and slinging his shield over his back. Listening to the others question and plan, the troll glanced over and saw bnc self-administering more drugs before going limp as well. "drek...". Leaning over, the troll picked her up like some duffel bag and sling her over his shoulder, carrying her to Schmitt.
"Slob, armor is prototype and need fixing, but may work. Bnc probably needing eat like you for weeks to fit. If think you can recover it in time, do it. Take Alphas and laser guns too. Torrent, my hands tied, you handle hostages?"