Kylo reaches for the medkit and thumbs it open, relieved to find the contents undamaged— though he isn't much clearer on procedures for internal injuries than Murphy is. He's rummaging through the contents when he catches something of the stranger's... concern, perhaps. When he turns back to look, the way Murphy seems to be expecting company has his frown deepening further.

"More?" he asks, eyes flicking over the state of the crash site, then back to the stranger's face.

Of course there are others coming. Kylo hisses out a breath.
There's no way he can defend himself against a group with weapons like the one Murphy has hidden in his boot. Not in this state.

"How long," he demands. "How long do I have."