Lipton grinned at her when she arrived, clapping her on the shoulder - gently, he wasn't cruel, and he could see she was favouring her ribs - relieved to see her on her own two feet and in one piece (aside from the missing hair). He let her stand on her own two feet, but he couldn't help making sure he was close enough to catch her if she crumpled - the way she blinked to see them didn't inspire all that much confidence that she was steady and entirely with them. It wasn't that she was a lady; it wasn't anything he wouldn't have done for one of his boys. They'd called him Easy's mother for a reason.

He'd hadn't known Kung Lao for that long, but it didn't matter, he was still concerned for him, too. He was glad Sonya had the training she did - he knew how to pour on sulfa, slap on a bandage and call for a jeep, but anything more and he was out of his league in that respect, too.