He frowned, carefully following her. "Where are we going?" *** (Yoop!) Rory had packed, and knocked on Emerson's door. *** He reached up a dabbed away the blood. "Hrm.. That's close. Thank you." He went to stand, but had a limp as he looked around the wreckage, beginning to salvage from the crates. *** She offered him one. "Yeah, but I got it."