Monica nodded listening she had a sort of almost blank expression. She’d believe in all that praise after seeing him fight, and shoot. The red head didn’t necessarily think that he was adding to his actual ability. But it was sort of the man thing to do. But still she nodded; her brief smile had now faded. “When you’re healed I’ll surely take you up on that.”
Monica stared across her bed the other man was laying in it. And Monica sort of started looking sheepish. Her very large dislike for the room was coming back to her, as the feeling of the room being crowded started to kick in. Where was Simon? She seriously was going to hurt him. The red head was staring at the door.