Eaton tries to focus on the task in front of him, even among the chaos of the scene. A villian had just attacked a high traffic bank. The scene was an absolute nightmare. Bodies, injured, and panic. Eaton was grabbing and helping and administering first aid and whatever else was needed as he moved along, but he was also trying to observe the damage and the building. He’s been after this villian for weeks, now. Guilt rises in his chest at the thought of how he could have stopped this. He tires to see if he can find any clues or information while he helps people. He has to remember he’s not in his costume right now- he’s not his alter ego at this moment just an EMT.