The scream and hiss of static froze Saïx mid-movement and he remained thus throughout the transmission, but as soon as the blasted intercom had finished it's message he snorted. Straightening. Supper sounded like a marvelous idea, although he had no idea where this cafeteria was supposed to be located, as he had had all his own meals served here, in his cell. He supposed it would be so no more. Food..
He looked back over his shoulder at the man still on the floor. 'Xemnas. We must make certain to disinfect and bandage ourselves before something happens. That creature previously outside the door might still be around, or something else could scent our blood-spill. Let's not linger.' He turned around wholly and extended his right hand - uninjured and strong, still - to help his Superior back up on his feet. 'I know where we may go for antiseptics and the like. Please, let me show you where to go. Then we might see if we can find where this promised food is.'