Anxious

Ranna was there, scratches and bruises all up her arms, a cut lip, and a bruising face.

"What happened to you?" Nora gasped. Ranna shrugged casually, as if this were the way she looked every day.

"I'm a little rusty. We had a situation in the South Pacific, and the guys need my help. Well, the guys and Trea."

"That still doesn't explain what happened to you."

Ranna looked at her like she was stupid. "Nora. Superhero, remember?"

"Oh. Oh, yeah. Hey, I haven't seen Aden all day. He hasn't come in while I was gone, has he?" Her fingers tapped anxiously on the countertop. She didn't notice. Ranna did.