He shook his head. "I just wanna know how Amarie is."
The paramedic had been over, cleared him saying if he continued hitting inanimate concrete he was likely to break his hand, and told her they didn't know anything more than she was in the ER of the county hospital.
Then he realized he hadn't answered the questions he'd been asked. "Sorry. Yeah, I'm Travis, and coffee would be good." something to keep his hands occupied, anyway.