The initial expression she gives him, or lack thereof, earns her a renewed look of concern, complete with a puckered brow and lips parted and ready to reassure that she'll be safe. Then she happens to speak, and her monotone seems to take him aback for all of a few moments.

A disaster.

"You can say that again," he replies, brow knitting together. A grimmer look contorts across his expression, and then it corrects. He elevates his gaze, looking at her again. He had asked about her, not their situation. "But are you hurt?"