[There's a soft little BEEP BEEP from under the rubble, so yay not dead. Probably. As Alya shifts the rubble, eventually, Chat half climbs-half tumbles out of the rubble. Good thing those suits make him nigh on invulnerable.

He gets to shit feet, brushing dust and mortar off the suit. Ugh. Walls. ]

Well. That could have gone better.

[This stuff is a hundred percent harder alone. Still, he turns to flash Alya a wide grin.]

Aww, don't tell me you were worried about me. [Dramatic heart to the chest time. ] I don't think my heart could take it.