Salem darts in the door ahead of them, mrrowing into the house as if he's got something to declare.

Dan is much slower, trying to hold himself up without putting too much stain on Marcus's injuries. But his side is beginning to hurt deeply, and he's honestly not sure what all might be injured. "You're not much better off than me," he tells Marcus, but his tone is gentle. "I'd be upset if you did damage to yourself looking out for me. It's bad enough I managed to--" He cuts off, and gives Kat a weary, frayed expression that does have the impression of where a smile might have been.

"Hey," he greets in response. "Okay is relative, but we'll live." He glances sidelong at Marcus, warm and soft despite the horrors of earlier. "It was a hell of a rescue."