[She's inside the hospital waiting room, pacing back and forth. She already got robot scolded once for trying to smoke. She doesn't like waiting. She likes it less without a cigarette. They took Tyki back to a private room to work on him. She decided not to push the issue. Her standing there wasn't going to help anything. Her pacing here isn't either, but that's what you do, right?
Yeah, that's just standard procedure for when the man you have a sex license with gets shot in everything vital plus a few non essentials like wrists.
Her jaw sits tightly and her body is tense. The expression looks more like annoyance than concern or sorrow. Annoyance is easier. And she's actually a few steps past it into, "if he wakes up I'm going to shoot him again for being an idiot."
She's a bit of a mess for having not been gone long. She was close by when Tyki was shot. He was on the ground, so the blood splatter is thickest on her jeans as it travels up to her white t-shirt, smeared in places where her arm has rubbed against it before it dried. She's already been to the restroom to wash off her arms.]