Trip wasn't sitting idly in his room when the commotion had started. He had been in the middle of a shower and rushed to rinse off and get dressed at hearing the noise. It had been days with no sign of Cashmere and everyone had thought the worst. It wasn't a knock but him trying to kick the door in when she finally opened. He pushed past her--his eyes panning the room to make sure she wasn't in trouble.

"What the hell is going on?! Where the hell have you been? We've been looking all over for you!" he answered her question as brusquely as she asked it. The t-shirt he put on clung to his wet skin, not taking the time to dry too thoroughly before rushing to see what was going on in the room next door. "Was it Rumlow? Did someone hurt you?" The questions came in rapid succession. His hands clasped her face to look for any signs of injury.