Though Zuko’s act was almost certainly entirely innocent and well-intentioned, Flowers shifted slightly, keeping the helmet just out of reach, despite the sharper lancets of pain that were burning down his arm. Too many years on the field had ingrained the need to keep his things, the project’s secrets, safe, and if he was going the extra mile to drag the helm from the wreckage, then he was going to do everything in his power to keep it with him.

“I’ve got it, thank you though.” The words were still warm, despite the previous slight opposition. The news of a tower is excellent though, and it brings a bright smile right back to his face. Hopefully it was standard issue, he had never been too good at trying to adjust frequencies on things that were cobbled together, it just wasn’t his area of expertise.

Doing his best to put as little burden on his rescuer as possible, he let himself be moved, trying to give her as little difficulty as possible. “Lead away, I am just tickled to see this place you’ve mentioned.”