Groaning softly, mainly out of annoyance, but his eyes slowly slide down to the sink, following awfully quiet. Nick could feel her fear, mixed with something else, a twisted concoction of a curiosity and faint concern. He could partially feel her emotions as his own. They felt alien of course as to differentiated hers from his, else that may just drive one mad to be unable to tell which emotions were their own.
"Hmm, I'm fine..."Nick grumbled reluctantly, turning halfway as to look towards her, a single hand still laying upon the rim of the sink. Eyes narrowing fiercely, he crossed his arms after his barrel chest, and just stood there as if waiting for something. "Only person here who's done wrong is me." Snorting softly, his arms fell back to his sides as he started walking forward and past her, faltering just under the door frame.
"Looks like I won't be leavin' ye for awhile, don't make me regret it."Nick sneered lightly, glancing over his shoulder towards her. The thick odor of dried blood was strong in the room before him, makes his throat constrict and thirst for water but he'd quench it later.
Crossing his arms once more, making a rather deep, concentrating look as he needed to rethink his plans. Muttering nothing in particular as he scratched a black claw against his bearded chin, this all has turned out to be a very eventful day. Nick hated it.