Damn it, where was Donna? Mina was sure she was better equipped to deal with this. Mina was not a people person. Not like this. And she found herself at a loss. She didn't know what to do.

Get him out of the wet shirt. A small voice in the back of her head whispered it.

Well. That wasn't so hard to do. She started to work the buttons on his shirt. Dry clothing wouldn't be a problem, but she was quite sure she couldn't carry or drag him to her flat by herself.

Keep him talking. The little voice was back.

"No one is dead," she told him. "Some people were hurt, but no one died."