[Hayley's excited smile immediately altered into a concerned frown when she saw him. The inmate offered greetings as she moved inside, anxious to be out of the hallways; after the Aztec rampage, she preferred to avoid them.]

"Hey, are you okay? You don't look so good." [Dick looked sick, he looked tired, and if he felt half as worn down as he appeared, then the girl was half-inclined to insist on spending a night or two to keep any visitors away until he recovered.]