[ Wellll... Minato should have expected that, after the man's cavalier attitude when asked about his head wound. But he concedes that he probably knows best, when it comes to his own injuries. Right? ]

...b-brothers? [ What does that even mean, sir. ] I-I guess you could see it that way... I'd rather not make a habit of needing to be rescued, myself...

[ Ah, what the heck. Minato pushes himself off the wall, reaching a hand down to pick up one end of the net of random supplies Fukuda has been dragging. Except for the watermelon, which rolls out with a sad, gross, wet noise. ] C'mon, I'll help you get this stuff to the medics, anyway. They might appreciate it.