[The message comes several minutes later, Remy's expression somber and strained.]

We got two incomin': Robbie an' Rogue. Didn' see mos' of his injuries, but he's gotten speared straight through. Pro'ly other cuts an' injuries I didn' clock, but dat's de big one.

Rogue's a bit worse off. [Later, he'll be proud of how level his voice sounds at that. And at least with the comm hovering on its own, nobody can see how his hands are shaking.] Gut shot, looks like, an' dere are some blades an' deep cuts. An' dat salope shot her wit' a dart. Ain't sure what's in it, but Rogue's havin' trouble breathin'.