Rosita doesn't get emotional over minor injuries; none of them have the mental real estate for that anymore, not for anything less than a bite. But for a moment she does consider asking Jesus what the man's name was, what he looked like.

Then she looks up into his face and she doesn't. She also doesn't believe he's telling her the whole story, but that's who they are. If he wants to keep the details to himself, Rosita will make space for him to do that.

"Alright," she says, even though it's not. "Let's go get you cleaned up."