[It took a while to peel away from dispatch. And then there was waiting, time spent loitering in the waiting area with a few familiar faces, a couple new ones. Antiseptic smells, whispers, uncomfortable chairs and fake plants. Even in prison a hospital never really changes, a fact she's not so sure she's comfortable with as she gently pushes open the door of Cross' room. Komui gave her the okay, and she's not the first visitor, but she wanted to get in and... see him.
It was a shocking day. Night. Too long, too tiring. Draining.
Peeking her head around the edge of the hanging curtain, her earphones are around her neck and silent as stone. She's not sure what she expects, so her first glance just soaks up a lot of bandage. The second glance, flicking back up to his face, is curious as to whether or not he's conscious. The third studies the bandages again, assessing just... how badly injured he might be under there.
She edges further in, sliding her fingers along the curtain and ends up bedside. Quietly,] Hey there, good looking.