Not great. He gets that from her body language as much as her words, and his brows pinch, but he nods anyway. He wants to ask where and how, but working himself up into trying to punch the sky isn't going to do either of them much good, at least not until he can get his hands on the people controlling it. He swallows that impulse with a roll of his jaw.

He's not blind to certain things, though - the way she's gripping her wrist, the fact that bandage didn't come off on its own - even if he's been blind to an awful lot lately. If anything, that fact worries him more. (What else has he missed?)

"Let me," he suggests after a beat, with a nod to her bandage. It's gentle enough to leave room for argument if she has a mind to, but he's crossing the space and kneeling his hulking form down next to her all the same.