[Thom was lost almost immediately in the rush of movement and chaos around him, as if home hadn't been bad enough for him with invading forces he'd been transported to this place and it was enough to let his head spin. Except there was the fact that his head was vaguely spinning, a thought that sent a pang of nausea to his gut at the idea that he could be on his way to having a seizure at such a bizarre and difficult moment.

Instead, he's shouted to by a stranger not far away, a stranger who seems to be covered in blood which has Thom running towards him.] Am I with... the Iron Man? [Thom shakes his head, the question prompting more than enough confusion.] I don't think so, I'm- I'm Thom. [He looks to the human between them.] And law enforcement? They need help... I can help? Or call for help? [He knew he could do something, couldn't he? He could probably heal the person between them if he could just shake the cobwebs from his mind.]