Their approach was intimidating. Oh, not in intent, but they were all soldiers of a sort, all worried, and all moving with purpose, even Bobby. That made them all seem more threatening than they would have, had this recon actually been the milk run they'd expected.

Allison responded by taking Sand's sleeve - Scott's sleeve - in her hand and holding on.

Once they got there, though, they split off.

Warren and Hank worked in concert to get Scott out of the SUV and onto the gurney. Hank did a very, very cursory exam and Warren rolled up his (tailored) shirt sleeves above the elbow while Storm and Bobby (and that was how they introduced themselves) handled introductions for the four of them.

"We'll take care of him." Warren said it, just as they were starting to leave and, he looked... incredibly pained, around the eyes. and in the set of his mouth.

Storm took a moment to turn her attention to Allison. "He'll be all right." She sounded sad and worried, but smiled at the girl, anyway, even as she clutched a bit at Sand. "Do you want to see your room?" Allison was not a bit sure of that but nodded her agreement.

Which left Bobby to say: "We've got fresh coffee on in the kitchen and a couple of rooms ready for you two, if you're going to stay."