Rick was not used to people rushing at him for protection. Rushing at him for more aggressive reasons, good and bad, yes. For protection? No. Yet he took it gracefully enough, reacting the way he reacted to everything, with just the right amount of reaction and deflection. After a pause in which he tilted his head in surprise to look down at her face (he couldn't see it just then), he put his arms around her waist and gave her a reassuring squeeze. Hugging wasn't foreign. It was the rushing part that threw him. He gained his composure pretty quickly, but now he had a smile instead of a frown. "I came to see what the ruckus was," he said in his typical New York drawl, glancing from her down the hallway with his eyebrows raised only slightly, as if presented with a small puzzle rather than a cluster of noise like what was coming out of 601.