Not much of a comfort. She chews her lip and stares for a few moments at the ground. He wants to take her back, obviously, but she doesn't feel like moving - glued more or less to the scene of the event.

"You went in after me," she says, drawing out a pause, not entirely sure where she's going with this. "Did it..." What, hurt? No shit. She knows that much. She shakes her head as if to brush away the question. "Are you okay?"