Iris saw Micah first, and though she didn't say anything, she looked up at him with the familiar gray eyes and it was all silent trust and cooperation and careful, tight-lipped worry. Waking up on a hospital bed scared the holy hell out of her, but so had getting dumped in the middle of the French Revolution, and everyone else here was dealing with it, so she would too. Uncomfortable in the unfamiliar clothing and tense through the pain of her arm, she turned her eyes from Micah.
She saw Jonathan first, and her expression was blank for a moment while she stared at him and the man who was watching from behind his eyes. But then she nodded a little, very slow, in greeting. Jonathan, not Moriarty.
She didn't know James, and she was careful not to show too much recognition of Russell. She spoke for the first time as William began to assemble his troops. "I can walk." To prove it, she pulled her feet off the gurney so they hung over the side. "Where are my clothes and my bag?"