"No, Arlia," Nigel mutters, apparently wide awake. Turning his head toward her, he says, "You aren't...useless..." Tilting his head back, he rests it against the wall and continues, "I wouldn't have fared much better than you did, honestly. Those people, Hayley especially, are a tough bunch." In the silence that follows, he looks over at the Italian woman and can't help but think how attractive she looked, even though she was badly beaten. As he watched, he could see her wounds mending themselves, leaving him to jealously wish that he had the same ability. After a while, he asks, "Are you alright?"