[ She feels clunky, thick fingered and heavy limbed, everywhere expect her head. It was spinning and her real fingers skid in slippery marks of her blood and some bandits on his arms. But she grins, all wide, laughs through a cough that spits up blood and shakes her head. ]

Thanks but no thanks, I don't think anyone is really going appreciate it. [ her head turns a little. ] Hey maybe internal organ breaking shrapnel is like pretty underwear for psychos.

[ It's a terrible joke, and she knows it but it'll have to do. Her way of telling him she's fine except that she isn't and it's a stupid waste of time, when really, this is just some dumb bravado that comes far too naturally. ] Hey, Rhys? [ She can't ask for help, she can't, it's too awful if she does. ] Can we maybe sit down? I think I'm dizzy.