Adam tried to look with her, grateful for the guidance and calm Viola's unshakable nature provided. But it was difficult to focus with Alexandria slowly but surely coming to, regaining her strength and balance as she clung loosely to him. His black gaze flicked from Alex to the floor, following the light Viola cast before her.
"Anything either of you can remember might help," he said, his tone noticeably distracted. "We'll report it to the concierge if nothing else. God knows he's already got plenty to be on the lookout for... just one more weird, obviously dangerous thing to add to the list."
Though Viola's search was methodical and thorough, it appeared to be a lost cause; Adam saw nothing in the pale luminescence, not the slightest clue as to what had brought about such pain. It was worrisome on a level Adam did not care to contemplate.
"Are you OK?" he asked, belatedly looking back to Alex's erstwhile companion. "I'm Adam, by the way. This is Viola. I don't think we've met." He smiled, sheepish. "I'm glad someone was here with her, at least."