47 instinctively lifted his gun to shield his face from the incoming splatter of goo. Thankfully Sven's shield got the most of it since he was still using it as cover but as it splashed down around them he felt some of it hit him as it bounced around after it's initial splat. At least he wouldn't have to worry about cleaning it off later since he was wearing mission wardrobe.

He shook his gun once just to make sure any larger splatters of goo didn't cling to it and then slung it over his shoulder as he stood up. He would be the last to admit that he was even remotely tired after their hard days of near ceaseless fighting as they waded their way to this area and then fought the giant jellyfish at the end. There was one last piece of the mission to complete before he could call it a day after all: getting back out.

47 turned his vision away from the defeated foe and looked down at the two team members at his feet already passed out from exhaustion. He hummed softly in the back of his throat and knelt down by them again, reaching out first for Lightning and then Sven to check their vitals. He didn't think they were hit too bad but he wanted to make sure. After a quick check to confirm they were just unconscious, he began the process of gathering Lightning to throw over his shoulder.

That was when it occurred to him that they now had proper communicators. He could report in the team's success for once.