She clings to him just a bit tighter, shaking her head against his arm. She doesn't want to think about Jet or what she'd seen happen to him, all of them. She couldn't wrap her head around how Ghoul was standing, but he was there and solid. She didn't want to complicate the relief by bringing up the deaths.

"Today," she spoke against his sleeve. "Just me."

The idea of hurt makes her pull away a little and rather reluctantly. She rakes her eyes over him, pressing a hand to his chest to just as much to try to feel out his heartbeat as it was to check for injuries. "What about you? I don't see nothin'. But." She looks up at him anxiously. "Tell me you're good, Ghoul."