Rick took his time filling the space the woman had left. He had doubts about Ella but also problems with the idea of calling excessive attention to himself in a professional way. If he thought she was seriously in danger, he would have called. Probably.
Rick stared across the counter with his strange blue eyes for a moment. Strange, they had a funny green to them they hadn't before. Unless there was something about the light here... yes, perhaps that was it. It was an assessing gaze as he tried to decide what to tell her and how. He said, "One man on the ground with a pretty serious legwound. Seemed like the doctor had it in hand." He was leaving out descriptions, male, white, early thirties, male, white, late twenties, approximately one-hundred-eighty pounds... "There was another man and woman assisting. The man came from the stairs with me, the woman seemed unhurt." He paused. "And Shane, of course. Unconscious, superficial wounds."