Now the guy's just faded into complete desensitization it looks like, which is really not good. That kind of compartmentalization is what precludes a sliding lack of caution, and Daniel did not just destroy the lives of what was probably at least a dozen people to watch this unnamed, unarmed civilian die due to his own manufactured apathy.

"You're gonna be okay," Daniel says, offering his shoulder a tight squeeze before releasing him. "Just - okay, here. Tell me your name, your world."

Get him talking, get him communicating, get him alive in every sense of the term before they need to move again. Relation. Connect. Keep him breathing, get him out of this.