"Martin!" It's another familiar cry, but his voice is growing distant. "Christ!" A shout of pain follows. "I need-I need you! Martin!"

Mercy offers a hand up to help him down faster, then yanks her skirt off the wire, paying no mind to the rips in it as she does so. She can mend those. They can't mend Jon if he gets torn apart by something. She manages to get the skirt on quickly and grab for Martin's hand a moment later.

"I got my dirk. Let's go. Run." It's a command as much as a plea. She'll be running, and she will drag this man along with her if she has to.