All things considered, it could have been worse. Pyrrhus had managed to get out of the medical center relatively quickly, getting his shoulder popped back into place and electing to work out the knee injury on his own before making sure that Phoenix was in good hands, then leaving to get some air. He hadn't flown like he'd wanted to, but after being caged the day before, it was still quite freeing. He done a bit of a run through the lesser used areas of the ship- he had to admit that it some cases, the debris that hadn't been cleaned up yet made it a lot more interesting.
He was headed back to his room to change and clean up a little when he saw the woman cowering in the hallway. A half-naked one, at that. Evidently an escapee from the medical wing who'd bitten off more than she could chew from the looks of things. He squatted down next to her, his knee whimpering a little in protest. "Lose your way, Alice?"