William looks at Rey. More specifically, he hazards a look at the back of Rey's head while she keeps her attention forward, before squinting back at the wolf, and the stretch of bloody concrete that it guards. His mouth thins into a grim line. "Maybe it'll fucking ignore us then," he suggests, timidly. It looks too much at home in this chaos to be DUPRR, and DUPRR seems to have a tendency toward wormhole tech and bright lights rather than, um, shape-changing wolf madness. What kind of person changes into a wolf anyway. That's something out of a fairy book.

(Shh.) "Here," he says suddenly, his voice a little firmer. He turns to her, and puts his arms out. She feels his hands around her waist, like inviting her to dance-- except that he's not. Instead, she feels a ripple of movement behind her, and suddenly armor is snaking over her skin. Ballistic panels and shock-absorbing microfibers, articulated spine, sturdy mesh, shin-guards, and a protective collar. Suddenly, William isn't there at all anymore, but Rey is clad in black military-style protective gear, all the way down to to the cuffs of her shoes.

The medkit, and everything else William was carrying, gets sucked into the strange compression of shape-shifting space and form with him.