Rick intended the smile to placate, judging from the size of it, but it grew until it was something obscure and teasing before he turned away and moved down the hall to listen at the door. After a moment he came back, pushed the first aid kit to one side on the counter, and leaned in to watch what James was doing. "She's moving around in there," he said, if or when she looked up. "Her pulse was good so I'm not too worried." He waited another moment of silence as she scrubbed, and then he said, "Maybe you should--" he was cut off by the sound of the door opening and Ella returning to the hallway. He stood upright again and frowned a little. "Did you want to do something about those hands?" he asked her, glancing down at her wounds and trying to avoid looking at James in silent apprehension.