His hands are the one thing she hasn't been looking at, after the initial assessment. Torn nails and abraded skin would be bad enough, but coupled with the garbled reports from the other City... Looking at the damage she can't keep the memories at bay. Chase casually snapping his own bones, alternately teasing and threatening.

"I think I've been safer than anyone," she murmurs back, the frown in her voice directed at the results of his concern, more than the urge. She likes knowing he cares, but worry isn't the same. She's the only one who hasn't been out there with sand and slugs and monsters. Honestly, Cameron feels a little guilty about that.