It's only once Ronan is in the room with him and this girl he doesn't know that Adam starts to really take stock of the situation. There's still that strange humming vibration in his bad ear. Ever so slowly it seems to be slowing down and dying away. He wishes it would hurry up because it's uncomfortable in so many ways, the least of which is that it's a mockery of actually hearing out of that ear, which he can't and hasn't for some time.

He can vaguely hear Lydia's apology even as Ronan pockets the gun and comes over to him to press his sleeve against his bad ear where Adam knows there's blood. His hands rest lightly on the front of Ronan's jumpsuit and he nods. "I can hear you." Out of his good ear, which is normal, and helps him to accept the humming, or whatever it is, in his bad ear. He doesn't hear the red head's apology or Ronan checking on him out of his bad ear. That's normal.

He doesn't know the Red head, has never actually met her. What he does know is that she saved them, the both of them. Maybe Ronan didn't need saving because in Adam's mind Ronan is a bad ass. But Adam had certainly needed it, because he's not a bad ass, not when it comes to anything physical.

Adam looks over to Lydia and shakes his head. "It's okay. I'm okay." He tries to reassure her. That scream, the one Ronan asked about. "That was you, wasn't it? You saved us."