Well, if they both survive this, maybe Scott can try and talk history with him. If he speaks Arabic or English.

"Okay, I'm going to start heading his way, see if I can help him at all." Keep moving, keep busy, keep focused. His own experiences weren't dangerous here, just disturbing on a deep level. Harrowing.

There is another shriek, less happy this time. "Dada?! Ow! Ow, Dada!"

He leaves the tablet on and starts running. "Talk to me, Mick, is he holed up somewhere safe for now? And if there anyone else closer who can help?" He'd sooner not stop to double check the map now.