Daniel seemed to respond to the sound of his name, which was a good sign, and he seemed to gain sensibility after the door to R1 shut behind them. "It's safer here, he told them both--and himself. Kneeling, he very, very carefully deposited Ella on the couch. He swayed a little when he stood but he caught himself on the edge of the couch and seemed to gather his remaining energy. He looked ghastly--which was starting to be familiar--pale and covered in streaks of blood. "Should get some water." He checked on Ella one more time and then drifted away toward the kitchen, eyes still a little vacant.
He turned abruptly to look at Vlad in the center of the kitchen, frowning as if with a very complex problem. "Did Vaughn...?" he trailed off without seeming to realize he was doing so.