She opened her eyes slowly and blinked at him, looking him over thoughtfully. He looked as bad as she felt. Figured he probably hadn't slept or eaten well since she was taken. Her instinct was to fix it, but there wasn't much she could do about it, right now. Not from a hospital bed.

They'd revisit the idea of bailing out when she was feeling stronger and felt like arguing.

"Do I look as bad as I think I do?"