[He glances up from where he's kind of huddled into the corner - doesn't let go of Nemesis' hand, but gets the other up in a some kind of vague greeting.]

[He hesitates a beat - a beat longer - realizes he is going to actually have to say something, and fumbles his phone out. He rests it on his thigh so he can tap something into it, and after a couple of long seconds of painstakingly trying to do this one-handed, Sekhmet gets a text:]

hurricane: thx fr cming
hurricane: hld up a sec on healiing tho k