[Peter blows out a breath. He looks more disappointed than anything else.

Peter knows the injury is serious, incredibly so, but he can't leave until he knows Fitzberg is taken care of.]

I'm not going to debate someone whose first instinct when confronted with something different is shooting someone. I'm more sad for you than anything else.

[He keeps a hold on Fitzberg, knowing the man can't go anywhere. He falls into ingrained habit of taking care of the base, even as he bleeds out. His voice is calm, steady, authoritative. Peter knows how to make it carry.] Shot fired, situation contained, but I need assistance!