Cy blinked at him sleepily; she had been dozing in the chair with her legs drawn up to her chest. "Huh? To make sure you're alright," she finally said, her voice slow and laden with fatigue. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she pushed to her feet and rolled the blankets up around Loki's neck. "Want more blankets? I can go hunt some up, if you want." She returned to the chair and sat down with a thump. She folded her arms across her chest to wait for his answer. 

Arc groaned and adjusted his bullet-proof vest. "Thor cares too much about that kid. Loki's bad news; always has been, always will be." He blew a long breath out through his nose. "Well, I'm heading into the barracks to hit the hay. You staying up much longer?" He pushed off the chair and rotated his shoulder. It popped audibly. He winced and walked away from Wilson; it was nearly midnight, and it was time to go to sleep. The next morning he could reassess the situation, maybe fortify the hospital room to make sure Loki didn't get any cute ideas. Lumbering to the elevators, he waved one last time and pushed the button to shut the doors.