"Nothing so dire," Viola replied, yet there was a gravity given to the response that implied she nevertheless considered the situation a matter to be looked upon seriously. A hint of flush colored her face from her recent trek down almost ten flights of stairs, but given that the journey was being made downward rather than upward, and that Viola was someone of tolerably good shape, she was neither out of breath nor broken out into a sweat from the effort. "I did manage a short conversation with the concierge before I arrived here, but I'm afraid even he wasn't particularly knowledgeable, other than to say the whole building's out," she shared the little knowledge that she had managed to gather in concise but informative phrases. "He did sound a little concerned that the emergency power hadn't come on, but I suppose we won't know more until a proper expert takes a look at things. At least, it's reassuring to know he's making certain no one is in need of assistance."
It was the silver-lining on this evening's inconvenient turn to know that the apartment had employed such consideration into their policy. There were no doubt many places that would have been content to leave their tenants in the dark, both literally and figuratively, only offering assistance or explanation when sought out. With one hand raised, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, righting them against her face as she offered her friend a smile. It was only upon having finished her report, that she felt her relief to see him, and then the twist of concern when she had a longer opportunity to study his appearance under the harsh glare of her flashlight.
"Why Adam, what happened?" Her tone was one of concern rather than accusation as she gingerly took hold of his injured arm with her free hand, careful to avoid the grooves of scratched flesh with her fingertips as she gave it quick examination. The act was more to satisfy her own curiosity than to provide any medical assessment for him. She believed Adam to be far too well-versed in his line of work to misjudge the severity of his injuries, and thus the image of broken skin, those glaring lines of red, aggravated tissue, and smears of blood across fabric shifted her response past startled into what her sister had occasionally deemed a rather disturbing fascination.