"It's better than coffee," Zechs quipped. Nothing like a fight to get one's blood pumping, after all. But there's no real time to chit-chat - he had to make certain their flock of civilians were all right, and get them moving again. He wasn't exactly good at gentle but he could be patient, and of course he was commanding.

It didn't seem like they had any serious injuries, just a bit of a scare - so he got the train moving. When they'd finally return to the village, it'd be too soon.