[#xistentiawelcomes. Iron Man also welcomes. There is considerably better-than-human strength in the mechanics of his suit, enough to hoist a car or steer a nuclear missile in an entirely different direction. Thus! He plucks Juno out of the sand like you'd lift a lost doll out of the beach. He gives Juno's sand-matted tummy area a cursory whack, not very hard at all, freeing a few more grains down into the beach.]

Thanks.

[He releases Juno after a moment. Turns his head to scan the beach real quick, assessing the information that his HUD feeds him inside the quiet of his helmet. Fuel receptacles on a fallen craft set to explode, but the people scattering away from it already. There have been enough crashes on this damn beach that people know what to do when ships start to pop off wheezy fires.] I don't have an inhaler, but I can probably put the helmet on your head. Help you balance your O2 stats. Are we worried? You don't look worried, but I'm getting irreverent sarcasm vibes.