It's one thing to tease Steve, it's another to point out in frustration the cliff-edge he and Danny are hurtling toward; it's another entirely, a heartless matter, to do either when a member of his team isn't fighting fit, when they'd come off a rough job. She pulls a mental file card of Danny back to the forefront of her mind, studies it: he'd looked like a fairly capable sort of person. Short, but with blunt strength like a boxer's in his shoulders and back.

She doesn't like the thought of him getting roughed up enough for it to last a few weeks, or what that implies about the case itself. "Is he alright? Nothing that's going to hurt his weekend with his daughter, right?"

Presumably not, or Steve might have mentioned it: at the very least, he must be up and mobile, not still in the hospital. "Speaking of, how's Chin's wife? She must be getting stronger, now."

Possibly still in the hospital, definitely still on bedrest. Getting shot's no laughing matter, no matter where it hits, and Chin's wife -- Malia -- being hit right in the chest, that'll take some serious convalescing.

"It sounds like the team is back on it's feet, at least, if you're running cases that rough again."