Cato crouched down next to the unconcious body of the man, his black faceplate lit up as he ran his diagnostic processes, information streaming across it in bright white-blue letters. He reached out with a finger tip, pressing it to Anduin’s temple to register temperature and pulse, while saying with a calm and pleasant voice:

“I am Cato. Please do not be alarmed, I am assessing your condition. If you are aware of my presence and can speak, please give me your name. If you are aware and cannot speak, please indicate with a small movement of your fingers, or blink your eyes twice.”