She doesn't expect his anger--frustration? guilt--but it isn't quite surprising when it comes. Watching somebody bleed is probably upsetting.

(Ironically, she'd felt far worse when they'd first met, like the world might shift sideways under her feet at any moment; by comparison, she only has the start of a headache. But that wasn't quite so noticeable.)

"Yes. Pardon." Which reminds her--she sets everything down and pulls a bloody handkerchief from her pocket, dabbing away at her nose. At least it's mostly the blood now; throwing up, she thinks, had been worse. "Before I knew...yes, thank you That was worse."

Ruth feels calm, a sort of tranquility that's cousin to the certainty in that last meeting in Brooklyn. The difference here is that she has no idea what's coming--trying to find out is like sorting through shredded paper with a hangover--but there's a similar knowledge of the important things. Mr. Logan will cover his concern in adamantium and growling. They'll find a way out. And she might bleed a little more, through no fault of their own.