She was fine because her voice said so. That was good enough for Jean. The little bit of madness was over, and from now on, the cruise would continue on forward without any other incidents. Right? Yes. Yes, it must. It was over, the... whatever caused the rocking was over, and they would continue on in a happy, cheery ol' fashion.
That's right.
He winced as she briefly described the other men's injuries. Part of him was very, very glad Nikko was whining at the beginning of the night and prevented him from being up there, at the concert, with the rest of those people. He could have been hurt, and if he was hurt, he couldn't be there for Az and Nikko and anyone else who needed help but wasn't actively bleeding. "I do hope they'll be all right," he said a little weakly, "I'm sure the doctors will fix them up." Did the ship carry a large amount of medical supplies? Jean decided now was neither the time nor place to ask that out loud. Az didn't need to worry about her friends anymore.
"I'm just fine, just some bruises." Jean picked up on something painful and throbbing on his foot, but didn't follow the urge to glance down. It was probably a piece of glass; he could take care of that later. "I think Nikko got hit by the bed," Jean reached down to scratch the whining dog behind the ear. "He broke a leg. The blood's his," he added, noticing that she'd noticed it was dried on him. "I didn't see your cat..." Probably still inside, likely unharmed. Cats were like that.
"Do you know if there's a vet on the ship?" He could set the leg himself, to the best of his ability, but it would never heal right. Nikko would likely limp the rest of his life, but it would be better than ending up with three legs.
Compulsively, he reached back into the pocket of his pants, pulling out his phone and checking it again. "Still no service." Nothing, actually. The phone was useless unless you really loved playing Tetris or needed a bad camera. The racing of his mind apparent, Jean tacked on, "we should find your cat. Probably still in there."