If Lena had been more alert, she would have realized this was bound to happen. If she or Peter had been more prone to trips to the hospital, she might have remembered to change out their information. But right now it didn't bother her at all. She was tired, more than a little out of it, as her painkillers doing their job and making everything just a little hazy. She stared at the empty bed beside her and she dimly recalled them taking Vlad away. She knew they had spent much time cleaning and dressing both of their burns and she knew that next they would take a closer look at his shoulder. That must have been where he was now.
When she heard Peter's voice she turned her head, managing to give him a bright, albeit sleepy, smile. "Hey stranger," she said, her words coming out soft and slow. At his teasing, her grin grew a bit wider, the beginnings of a laugh spilling from her dry lips before she licked them self consciously. She felt like a wreck, probably even looked worse, but she was genuinely glad to see him. Despite how calm he was being, she knew him well enough to recognize the edge. He was worried, and she wanted to do her best to ease him. "You know me. I like to keep people on their toes." At the thought she glanced down at her feet, wiggling her toes for good measure and relaxing for a quick moment when she saw them curl and twitch slightly, then wince as it brought unexpected pangs through her leg.
She turned to look back at him, not even hesitating to ask, "Are you okay?" Leave it to Lena to be completely laid up in a hospital bed, recovering from burns and frostbite, and still be fretting over the people around her. He looked fine, but he could be hiding it. While she hadn't seen him in Russia, that didn't mean he hadn't been there. She hadn't yet been told there were a lucky few who didn't go anywhere at all.