His stride switched to a jog when it became apparent that Danica's slight unsteadiness on her feet wasn't due to his sister's usual stubbornness and refusal to wear anything but heels despite all the sand around. When he was close enough to see the damage, he nearly stopped in his tracks, knowing it would only look worse the closer he got.

He was afraid to touch her, possibly hurting any further, but wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her balanced while trying to avoid her arm where most of the damage seemed to be. "Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck happened to you?!" She looked as though she'd taken a few trips through a paper shredder of all fucking things.