Soviet Panda
Red Panda Commanda.
"It was him." Conner grunted out. "Tyron." After a pause waiting as Lupa looked at his wound, he waved her off. He may be the second, but it was a small wound caused by something that was not silver. "I am fine. And that room sounds like a good idea." And with that, he grunts and struggles to get up, trying to get up with a hole in him was harder than he thought. Any assistance that was offered him would be accepted, if a bit grudgingly.