At mention of Mr. Carson, his tongue flicked out between his lips to lick away a few stray crumbs from the pie's crust, after which he hurriedly brushed over the general area with his hand and finally looked up. Eyebrows rose up as he easily nodded along with the mention of bloodied and burned - which was true, it happened and fortunately, not with stunning regularity - and while he could place her face to the confines of the hospital, a name wasn't immediately coming to mind. "Dr ..." Oh, give him a break - either he was in no state to recognize a face, let alone a name, or he was fretting over one of his friends stuck in a similar situation.
And not to mention, he was also free of soot and for once, the smell of smoke had the decency to wash away. "And soot. There would a distinct lack of soot," he admitted with a grin. But she looked tired, overworked and ... well, so was he. Just sitting here, stuck with one single conclusion in his head and just waiting to be called in, which hopefully, wouldn't happen. "Ashton. Dr. Ashton," he finally remembered and cracked a smile as he pointed at the opposite seat in his booth. "This seat is free, by the way."