[He knows which way the stairs are, roughly. Hand on the wall, Mordecai is going that way. His head is ducked low, that the rakks that keep attacking him can't get a clear shot-- And he's lashing out again, careful though to keep his hand in place.]

I need to get out of the open. If I head for the stairs they can't get to me in there. Blood!? Was that--

[Forced calm.]

You don't get freaked out, okay. You don't and neither do I.