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[Wylan opens his own eyes to find Giorno standing beside him and shoots him a small, slightly surprised smile. He was honestly not sure his aim would be that good, and he seems pleased to see the disoriented infected. He's definitely getting better at this whole thinking on your feet while facing possibly deadly threats thing.]

Thanks.

[His smile drops, more serious again as he surveys the crowd, realizing that they're far from out of trouble. He angles his satchel toward Girono, opening it enough for him to see the small collection of bombs and vials of mysterious chemicals that fill the bottom of the bag. ]

I never bring just one firework. You want one? Though, some of these pack a bit more of a punch...