"I'll make sure they put that at the top of your chart," she returns in kind with a weak smile, wishing she could say something worthwhile here. Like how glad she was to see him or how much fear she'd been carrying around since seeing his bulletin board post.

Court breaks away from John's gaze at his observation of her health, willing herself to not get agitated or distressed, and knowing she'd probably say the same thing if their roles were reversed. Still, "We both know I can't back out of this now." A shake of her head as she furrows her brows, gazing to the other again. "If I let myself bitch out now, I'd never let myself live it down, especially as I'm not sending Carter out there alone." There were a million other reasons she could come up with, but it came down to her mind was made up.

"Please, John--" Her voice almost cracks, but Court keeps it together; reaching a hand out towards him in an offering of stability, "Just let me help you get settled in here, okay?"