Lita hadn't been anticipating an audience when she initiated this impromptu exam but it wasn't as if she was hoping to get James alone. In fact, it was probably for the best they weren't. It was a house call, nothing more. Just doing her job. That's the only reason she's here, isn't it? So what if there were a few more people in attendance while she stitched James up? It wasn't any different than what she'd been doing all day long. Lita keeps reminding herself of this fact as she followed James to his trailer. She knows full well she would have never seen this place if James' world hadn't gone to shit; it only makes her feel worse for ever wanting to see it in the first damn place.
James wasn't kidding about it being crowded. Between adults, a baby, and more than one dog, the trailer feels stuffy to Lita but she's fully aware she's likely the only one that feels that way. There's a familiarity here, an ease within these walls felt even against chaos of the day. It only emphasizes how out of place she is; an interloper not only to their home and familial unit but to their grief and mourning as well.
Lita nods to Adelaide at James' mention but doesn't acknowledge the unconsciously uttered pet name.
"Already crossed paths with Adelaide today," Lita says, her eyes flicking from James to the redhead at the stove. "Watched her put some of those old hospital skills to work. Plus she saved me from yanking a girl back by the hair. It would have been in the name of medicine but luckily she stepped in just in time."
She quirks her mouth at Adelaide; it's not quite a smile but it's somewhere close. Lita turns to Charlie, looking content and cute in the arms of his uncle. There was a time that Lita had kept the mere existence of Charlie from James at Adelaide's own request. Now they looked inseparable. Obviously the days of secrecy between the Hawkins' siblings was long over and Lita's obligations gone with it. It's amazing how much the little tyke has grown in such a short amount of time.
"Been awhile since I've seen this little booger though," Lita says affectionately to the child. "Charlie. You're looking well. Good to see you again, sir." Lita was there the day Adelaide's son was born; not even James can boast of that.
Lita's gaze finally falls to Sarge. For someone who she's heard enough about she has absolutely no read on him. That's not especially surprising to Lita; she's never been very good with people in general. Lita inclines her head toward the seated man.
"Doc is fine but you can call me Lita," she says, her face impassive but not unfriendly. She doesn't know what James has said to his buddy about her; it's possible he has no idea who she is at all. James said he's mentioned her but, as Lita knows well enough, James says a lot of things that don't end up being true. "What with the informality of the situation and all. You alright after everything? Or do you need a once over after I deal with Sir Limps-A-Lot over here?"