Chris shook his head at Blaise's query. He'd been in the middle of the group, studiously avoiding Faith and paying more attention to Scott. He knew that he might have to Orb the man back to safety, but he hoped it was later than this.

As Scott recovered, Chris released the breath that he'd unconsciously held. He wasn't needed yet. He hoped not to be, not in a case like this. And he had a bad feeling he'd be needed.