*and now he does look at you, startled anew* *works his mouth for a long moment, and his gaze is drawn to your broken hand, lying still and splinted on your other leg* *carefully* Jackie, you don't... it can wait. We don't have to talk right now. *wonders whether he should poke his head out into the hall and look for Carol—she's got to be done with check-in by now?* Let's just get you fixed up and get out of here, okay?