Claude heard Stella ask about him and covered his eyes and walked into the room. He had forgotten about the Bowie knife sticking out of his shoulder, his adrenaline was too high for him to register the pain for now. "I'm here, Stella" he said. Claude looked like an awkward kid in his crush's bedroom, his hand covering his eyes to give her privacy. His heart beat could be seen visabily, the rapid pounding in his chest. He couldn't see if she was okay or not, so he was still worried. Jerome and Hector were finishing up cleaning. They were just as quick and efficient as always, as if they weren't exhausted from fighting. Massa and Nancy kept cleaning Stella and pampering her a bit as they did. Claude gulped a bit, worried about Stella. "Are you okay?" he asked her timidly.