Cisco stands at the edge of where there had once been a door, feeling awfully awkward and intrusive on this moment between them, but he stays quiet until Hart narrows his eyes at him and points him out. "Uh-- yeah. I- I'm Cisco." He says awkwardly. "I told you we were coming, we'd save you." He manages the smallest of smiles before glancing over his shoulder.

He doesn't care about the tone Paco uses with him, he jumps into action in a second, too rocked to the core at seeing any version of Hartley in the condition he's in right now to bother being miffed about something as insignificant as the way he's being spoken to. "We gotta make it quick." He knows that everyone's aware of that, but he's kind of the type to talk when he's nervous--shocker, surely, no one expected that at all. He helps Paco get Hart to his feet.

Somewhere in the distance, muttered orders can be heard.

"Shit." Of course, with all the noise Paco had made blasting the door off it's freaking hinges, people were aware of them now.