A chuckle and a nod came from Wilson, the pain being rather evident in the tone of his strained voice while be spoke. "It comes with the job description of a ranger. Don't worry about me... This isn't the first injury I've ever sustained." He said, glancing between the array of eyes before turning away from the tiger and glancing down the desolate street full of broken down cars and debris. "I'll meet you with the rangers shortly after you arrive if everything goes according to plan. I don't mean to say wait for me or anything. If you all have an issue during your travels there should be an otter fellow willing to help out. Last I recall he was patrolling the Smithsonian American Art Museum." While he was speaking the ranger started down direction he faced, a hanging sign showing the street they walked onj to be G STR NW. He only paused to glance over his shoulder, his right hand going up to give the group a wave. 

"See you all at Trinity Church. You can take the street I am on or find a safer route there. I hope we get to meet again on better conditions."