"No. To all of that." No he's not fine, and no nothing happened. She looks him over thoroughly despite his words, one hand staying on his shoulder and the other sliding down his previously broken arm, suddenly and strangely healed.

There's nowhere to go on this deck besides the bar, but Naomi thinks he needs to sit down and at this time of day the only ones there will be the hardcore drunks anyway, no one to pay them any mind. She shifts her grip so she's walking alongside him, hustling him into the dim space and to a corner table. Alex is going to sit whether he likes it or not, and submit to some fussing. Namely his sleeve being rolled up as far as she can so she can examine his arm more carefully.

"Take a breath, and tell me what happened."