[Her gaze moves to his hands, then back to his face. Well...]

Just a few cuts. Mostly bruising.

[As far as she knows. She has never been too entirely concerned about injuries, so long as she could still move around. Evidence is shown by the small, but multiple scars on her exposed arms--gifts from the turrets.

The blood from the cut on her forehead is slowly dribbling to a stop; the worst of the damage are minor burns and a scattering of cuts on her upper body, the lower generally spared.]