Nicky's hum is both thoughtful and knowing, though he doesn't further comment. Instead he helps Joe pull his ruined shirt up, momentarily breaking with the other man to pull it over his head. Despite the multiple attacks of the day, the only marks left on Nicky's torso are that of dried blood (and not all of it his own.) He hadn't expected anything different, but he knows Joe will want to check, just as he will. Nicky's hands are tugging at Joe's shirt just a moment later.

"She'll fit in well, I think," he agrees. "Though the first years will be hard for her. She will have to stay with us. We should all stick together."