"It's fine." Elvyran was an early person and hardly noticed if someone was late. He knew Rogue when he saw her; he did, after all, half live in the medlab, when he wasn't with Sarena or outside.
Dropping his cigarette, Elvyran ground it into the snow with his foot, brushing hair out of his face. Reaching to open the door for her -- because it was cold out there and it really wasn't good for either of them -- he added, "Not that it should make a big difference if my powers work, but do you know if it's a clean break or a fracture?"