Rip lets out a low, pensive sound, but even then he's already made his decision. "Hold onto the tub," is the easy command, and once Ray has gotten some semblance of balance it's Rip who pulls the rest of his clothes down.

So much for the attempt at giving him his privacy. Still, Ray is a part of his crew-- is one of the few members of his crew who thinks more of others than himself-- and on that note, Rip can't imagine letting him suffer more when he could do something to help. He'd sorely miscalculated what would happen letting Rip, Rory, and Stein captured; Rip wouldn't make that same mistake again, not if he could help it.

The blood on Ray's clothes have ruined them, most likely, and the fabricator is absolutely necessary now. But a firm hand lands on Ray's back, careful not to catch on a bruise or a wound, and Rip says, "I've got you, Dr. Palmer.

"Into the tub with you."