Run through the injuries he found, he resisted the urge to say a whole in the young girls side, it wasn't Claire's fault this whole thing was a nightmare that was making him impatient all in one go. It wasn't anyone's fault but the whatever had caused this, it was just the helpless feeling that was getting at him, they had seemingly been stood around for such a long time – or rather what felt like a long time – with nothing really to show for it.
He had watched as there own medical duo seemed to be trying to stop the incoming tide, which was entirely impossible and knew it was only a matter of time before it swamped them under, Caleb had even seen as some of the Tollan's had tried to help. He might have been naturally outgoing in temperament the majority of the time, but this, being here right then made him quiet, it showed the soldier side of him. The side that once this was all done with, was going to have to take a moment to remember the lighter side of this job.
Keying his own radio, he replied, “She is still unconscious, bleeding has stopped now though. There is a wound on her side, about the size of a small phone, but it's not deep.” He was happy to hear Claire's voice even if it did mean they had to talk nothing but business. “Think it was caused by the rubble more than what ever the hell actually killed people.” Which he knew meant that the girl was stable for now but when the medics came over they'd have to clean it out.
He let go of his radio as he finished speaking, he wanted to say more to Claire, just speak to her as he had done before the mission, as a friend. But that wasn't the place or the time, he just had to push that part to the back of his mind and wait until this was all over, if it ever ended up being over.
Caleb nodded as Taft explained what he wanted doing, “That I am sir, I'll see what can be done with the weapon. Although, sir, maybe the Tollana people have some energy weapons on there persons as well, it could help, if they are willing to let us have them of course?”
He highly doubted the Tollan's would hand over any weapon, especially considering at the moment they probably felt the most vulnerable having had half there city reduced to ruins and then having people from Earth coming and giving orders. But it would be good if the Sergeant Major could wrangle his way to getting Caleb some of the Tollan's weapons, well he'd owe the bloke a drink that was for sure.
Caleb made his way over to Tahirah, just as let loose a shot from the Zat at what looked like a corpse. He stood there for a moment, not quite sure what it was she had been intending to do, there had always been an element of him not understanding Tahirah at times – which had one time lead to a very interesting encounter – before he stepped closer, listening to what she was saying.
He looked between the two women – realising Blake had come over at one point as well – and then between what ever the hell Tahirah was currently holding in her hand. There was a distinct disguistingness about what ever the hell Tahirah was holding, he resisted the urge to want to scrunch his nose up. There wasn't many things that could make him pull that face and this was definitely trying to be one of them times.
“So that's inside of the people here then?” he asked, making himself known. “Also I need to see your weapon Tahirah, see if we can make the energy spread wider so we can 'see' what it is. Unless you have a different theory of what it might be? Specially with that thing coming out of a person.”
There was a small part of him, the young boy that often crept up on him, that wanted to get a stick and start poking the damn thing. He didn't, whatever it was, he really didn't want to be ten feet in front of it, never mind as close as he currently was.