"Yeah. Me either. I've worked earthquake relief before," he says, a hint of distaste in his voice. "Something like this? It'd be almost unbelievable if nobody got hurt."

It's not a thought he particularly wants to entertain. He may be a soldier, but that doesn't mean he has anything but regret at deaths, even ones he had no part in. Nobody here deserved to die, or should have died. And that's before he considers that some of those people who have been injured or killed may have been people he knew. People he'd met since he came aboard the Enterprise.

Or, unspeakable as that thought is, people he knew knew before he found himself in this time. His friends. His family, or as close as he has.

"But you're right. We should search. I don't suppose you've got any sort of scanner with you?"

And that shouldn't be a question he has to ask, because he should have brought his. If he'd been anywhere near prepared.