He held her hands tight in one of his own, the other around her shoulder as he helped her hobble out of the room. "I'll shave," he said defensively, smiling a lopsided smile. "I've been busy looking after you, is all. Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Just outside of the CIC they found Sunny and Natya, the two talking to one another in hushed tones. They turned as the pair emerged, and Sunny was quick to hurry over. To Carson's surprise she hugged Malia--not too tight, but good and hard all the same.<br/><br/>"You<i>idiota</i>, do you have any idea how hard Cars took it?" she asked, then stepped back, holding the other woman by the shoulders. "This son of a bitch has been moping for days and days on end. Not that I blame him, but it's been miserable. Next time you wanna die get permission first."<br/><br/>Natya sighed softly, her arm in a sling. "She isn't trying to be rude, just for the record. It's really good to see you alive and well, though. I'm regretting not going to check for myself--we could have had our boss back in higher spirits way quicker." Carson rolled his eyes at that.