[ he can recognize the look in her eyes as a fight roy is absolutely going to lose, and he's almost willing to have that fight, but roy allows her to move of her own accord, not fighting riza moving her own body to sit up properly. he doesn't complain, or argue, but roy does roll his eyes at the sudden prying look riza has in her eyes, combing over his coat. ]

If you even look like you're going to trip, I'm carrying you out of here.

[ it's a warning, and roy shifts, fishing to take the gun out of his belt to press into her palm. ]

Take it, I don't need it anyway. [ SO THERE, and roy straightens to stand, though he holds out a gloved hand, to offer her a leg up. riza, for now, has won her argument, though roy reserves the right to argue for another time. ] The other captives are out. I found you last.

[ roy sounds irritated, at that. ]

I'm here to get you out, and that's it. We're getting out of here.