A wet sniff. She gives another tug on Barrow's shirt as if to say and stay there before she hauls herself to her feet, grimacing as she puts weight on the leg with the hit hip. "Fuck." Feels like she got hit in the face by a brick wall.

Focus. Lazar is kneeling by Clarisse, one hand probing underneath of her skull. The silence on his end is probably good news and she crouches down in the meantime, making herself look at Clarisse's face, slack in unconsciousness but otherwise fine, still breathing. Nothing broken. Abby brushes some hair out of her face for her with gentle fingertips.

"Okay. I'll notify Marcus."

Maybe Gwen, too...