Roz wasn't quite sure that she believe he was fine. He had just been shot twice. But if he was feeling good enough to lie about it, then it couldn't have been that bad. "Whatever you say." David definitely looked better than he had when they'd first let her in the room. That was going to be a picture that she couldn't get out of her head for a long, long time.
"It's Saturday." She flicked her wrist around, checking her watch for the time. "Just midnight, so I guess technically it's Sunday." It felt like she'd been there for weeks, so she could only imagine how disoriented he was. "You could probably use some more sleep."