[Balin's changed back into his physical training uniform and has been busy cleaning his AFS-issued service pistol, sitting on one of the other chairs in the living room. It looks like he's "regained" a few wounds himself, judging by the dressing and bruises visible on some parts of his skin ...]
[At first, Balin thought it was just Caesar at the door when he heard the door open, and didn't look up from doing a final examination of the pistol after having reassembled it, pulling the slide back a few times and dry-firing the pistol at the floor between his feet to make sure it's all working correctly.]
Yo—
[... but at the sound of Sealand and Millie entering the house, he looks up. Seeing that they're carrying a bleeding Caesar, he immediately stands up, holstering his pistol in one swift motion.]
—oh shit, him too?
[He's crossing the distance to help the two with getting Caesar to the couch.]
Got the green light to tag in!
[At first, Balin thought it was just Caesar at the door when he heard the door open, and didn't look up from doing a final examination of the pistol after having reassembled it, pulling the slide back a few times and dry-firing the pistol at the floor between his feet to make sure it's all working correctly.]
Yo—
[... but at the sound of Sealand and Millie entering the house, he looks up. Seeing that they're carrying a bleeding Caesar, he immediately stands up, holstering his pistol in one swift motion.]
—oh shit, him too?
[He's crossing the distance to help the two with getting Caesar to the couch.]