"Hi! Hope I'm not interrupting!" Lisa said as she walked into the room. She was on crutches, her sprained right ankle having been bandaged up, and she also had a much smaller bandage on her forehead. She was wearing a pair of white shorts that had been easy to slip on over her swollen ankle, and a blue tank top. She wore her old cheerleader sneaker on her left foot; walking with crutches was much easier in that than in the high-heeled sandal she'd been wearing the night before. "Just thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing." She blushed a little when she saw Sean, thinking back to how exposed she'd been in that wet white dress, but she gave him a warm smile. He'd been a tremendous help on her trip to get medical supplies for the people on the H deck. "Hi, Sean. I'm glad Molly's doing OK; I'll have to come by and visit her later. How about you, are you doing alright?" she asked, glancing at the wound over his eye. She knew his leg was wounded too.