As Algy parked, he couldn't see if Livvy was still out of it, focusing on parking and killing the engine, before he climbed out with the keys in hand. Wouldn't do to lock them in again. He tucked them in the pocket of his bomber jacket, brushing some lingering ash off his sleeves.
“We're here, just in that building,” Algy murmured to Brooke, pointing to the front door of the place in question. He'd not been able to phone while driving, so this would be an unannounced visit. Not the most ideal start of a proper acquaintance with a doctor, but one made do in emergencies.
Moving to the backseat, Algy opened the door to check on Livvy again, gently patting her cheek where it wasn't red and burnt. “Livvy?” He queried, trying to see if she'd wake. It would be much easier if she were conscious when the doctor checked her out. He’d carry her to the door, anyway. He didn’t think it’d be wise for her to try after fainting like she had.