Eggsy stumbled down the hall, his head felt heavy where his hair had frozen over and turned to glass, but it doesn't hurt and he doesn't actually need it, so he's not worried right now. He sees the man on the floor, the red of blood staining his fingertips and he darts forward, uneven and off balance.

"Fuck, mate. You alright?"

He drops to his knees beside them, hands outstretched to try and find out where the blood's coming from. Eggsy sees that his hands have turned to glass, and he raises his eyes slowly to meet the strangers. He's not sure what to say or do other than to offer some help of some kind.

"Wanna go to medical?"