"Okay." If she says she's fine, she's fine - at least until it becomes clear she isn't. But she's looking pretty good, she has a while before things get worse, and it really isn't that much blood. He can convince himself not to worry too much.

Coming into the room, he perches on the edge of the bed, facing her. He's still in the same clothes as yesterday; under other circumstances, he might not bother changing. "We'll go shopping, maybe do a little investigation today. I'm waiting to hear back from some people on government reactions to the incident. Might be able to dig something up, might not."

The Gunmen, these guys are not.