Pure, unmitigated rage filled him as he took in her wince. Whatever it was she'd been through had been enough to hurt her. He hadn't had a good opinion of this place since the moment he opened his eyes and realized he wasn't home, but this just cemented that opinion. The only system he knew of that took untrained people and put them into that kind of situation was the draft and even then, they'd usually had some rudimentary training before being sent out.

He wanted...he wanted to take off her shirt and see the extent of the damages. But that would probably get him a stern look unless her injuries were severe enough that she actually needed someone to look at them. But he still wanted to. He did have to admit that he found it a little unusual that she'd run up to him and hugged him, but he knew she still loved him. She just didn't trust him in the same way she had before.

Still, he was there and he took advantage of her shock to wrap his arms around her and hold her tightly.

"I just got in last night. I saw Barry for the first time this morning."

The last thing they needed was to start blaming each other for assumed slights. If they were going to survive this, they were going to do it together. Felicity had taught him that. And Barry.

He tucked his chin against her head. "How long have you been here? How long have you been going on these missions?"