Hmm, he was wondering. Adrenaline beats a bad leg. César watches him move towards the cabinets, for a moment feeling at a loss. But only for a moment.

"Well, I would hope it is, considering you know your way around." A beat, as he follows. "My name's César Salazar." Definitely Spanish, especially with that last name. "I know basic first aid and can help carry things."

He's in agreement. They can't just hide in here when there's a chance they can help. But how to get back is a problem for a few minutes from now.