Kid goes stock still at the sound of a human voice. He turns, raising his pickaxe just slightly. Nothing human-shaped has attacked him yet, but there's a first time for everything. After he recognizes who it is, it still takes him several moments to lower the weapon. He's on his last frayed nerve.

"Souji?"

He takes a few limping steps forward, meeting Souji halfway. Kid isn't looking too good himself; there's a bloodied bandage around one calf, several scrapes and cuts, and at least two of his fingers are broken.

"Mother save us. 'S good t'see ya."