Whomever it belongs to, Meredith dislikes it instinctively for upsetting him and for the high probability it'll upset her, too, though she's already counterintuitively annoyed with him for that as well. She looks down at him for a long moment, until concern narrowly outweighs irritation and she eases down to the ground beside him. "Then let me help," she says, resisting the urge to pull off a glove and check his pulse instead. The signs aren't great, but it's not like he was out there that long either. "Take a moment. Breathe. And then we're going inside, alright?"