There was a slight pause where he stared at her, hearing the unfortunate truth behind the flippant tone. "Surely you had a contingency plan for such situations?" Lilah had always been smart, a survivalist. He couldn't believe that she didn't have a half dozen plans in place in case she was put in mortal danger due to her Wolfram and Hart exploits.

But...something in her posture and the look she gave him made him wonder if for once she'd truly been blindsided by the events which had unfolded.

Wes had certainly been. He was still reeling from them, in fact. His mind wasn't quite yet ready to accept the truth. And so he pushed on, focusing on Lilah's (and his own) predicament.

He surged forward and put a supporting arm around her waist.

"We need to get that wound tended to. Come on." Wes himself was somewhat worse for wear. But his injuries were superficial. Some bruises and lacerations. There was persistent ache on the left side, but he didn't think the ribs had been fractured.