[He lets his hand idle against the top of Ichimatsu's head as the others' fingers stay planted there. His other hand is idly toying with his communicator, calling for help as they stand there. Wonder of technology, he could just send out a written message about the emergency without having to speak to any annoying operators.]

...Hah.

Tell you a secret, Brat?

That's basic first aid.

You learn that shit before they'll even let you sniff around a police station, let alone let you join the army.