The man was battered and bruised but not so much that he couldn't speak clearly and politely. The British accent was interesting and distinctive; it wasn't as if Austin boasted a large English population. Upon mention of his name, it clicked into place for Lita.
"Right, Frost!" Lita said, snapping her fingers in recognition. "Skidded on a slime trail, I remember now. Don't worry about Saturday, or for today for that matter. Honestly, you showing up today works out better for me all around, I should actually thank you. I get to check out your knee instead of de-gouting someone's gross foot."
It wasn't exactly professional to say, but Lita never boasted a particularly personable bedside manner. Lita took a good look at him, the man who had saved Austin with his genius technology. He looked like he had a few scrapes from his being trapped on a roof, she wondered how he had managed that.
"Looks like you picked up a few more bumps and bruises on your way," Lita said, pulling on a pair of latex gloves and pulling up the rolling stool. She looked up at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.
"Okay, let's roll up those pants and see what we're looking at here."