"Alright then, Dr. Smecker says no getting vertical just yet," Paul says at Maddy. "However, you're very lucky in that the hunky silent cowboy over there," a jerk of his chin at Wyatt, "is here to help me get you onto the stretcher, because he's a lot fucking nicer than me."

"And you got it, chief. All the vodka you can-- wait, I'm not promising that shit. You probably have an interdimensional hole in your stomach or something. You can have all the vodka I can drink."

With that, Paul leaves the smartassing aside to help get Maddy onto the stretcher, and back somewhere warmer. He and Wyatt will get Logan inside too, and, true to his word, Paul will start cooking some steak for the Canadian. While making sure Maddy doesn't move too much until they can rule out concussions.